As it was the long weekend we decided to go to the beach. The nearest one was Brighton.
The old pier burnt down and, as you can see, is now just the framework in the middle of the water.
It's eerily pretty.
As Amy had never been, she accompanied us on our little adventure.
It took us about 90mins to get there by train and another 10mins to walk down from the station to the beach front.
The view from the promenade was quite nice. In either direction there was a lot of people walking along the beach. They reminded me of ants walking in a line, except these people had no purpose at all.
There were as many people as there were brick a brack shops.
We decided that we wanted to get in on the action so we began walking down the stairs.
We noticed that these were not in the best condition and many needed replacing due to the salt rust and rot.
Very Scary. 
Excitedly we hit the sand. Well, we thought it might be sand. It wasn't.
It's a pebble beach with stones roughly the size of your thumb.
No sand castles. You couldn't really make a rock castle either.
Even the birds weren't impressed.
But, a young puppy was having a ball at the waters edge.
Being a pebble beach means that it's awfully bumpy if you're sitting or lying down and trying to catch a few rays.
However, the English get around this by letting you hire deck chairs.
Up until now, I'd never understood why they were so popular.
As we wondered along the beach towards the pier we discovered that the council had put in place a variety of sculptures and relics. All of which you were allowed to climb on.
Below is a donut styled sculpture with pieces cut out (in the shape of countries).
We were almost at the pier when we were confronted by two carousels.
We walked up another set of stairs and onto the pier.
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We decided to buy some food here as we'd not been impressed by any of the other places on our way here.
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It was absolutely terrible! We'd purchased fish and chips and it was in editable.
Even the seagull watching us did not attempt to eat any of our leftovers.
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We began walking along the pier and quickly noticed that there wasn't much of it to walk down. It was mostly shops (sweets and tourist junk) or arcade games.
At several points you were funnelled into an enclosed area where your senses were assaulted by the ping, ping, buzz and the bright flashing lights designed to grab your attention.
Not content with just the games being luridly bright the proprietors had also made sure that the prizes were as well.
At the rear of the pier there was a full outdoor amusement park.
This featured everything you could wish for (and for all ages) from dodgem cars to a haunted hotel (no longer a house) to trampolines and a sling shot ride (where you could pretend to be flung over the spectators below and out to sea).
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They even had a tarot card reader. Opps, sorry, Consultant.
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And also something for the less adventurous of us.