There’s no doubt the seafront is Brighton’s greatest asset. In the 2 and a 1/2 years I’ve lived here, I’ve been fortunate enough to always live within a few minutes walk, and really enjoy it. It’s inspired some surprising poems.
I cycle on that path almost everyday, in all kinds of weather, even when there’s a wretched wind. Different weather creates different waves. Each type of wave has its own unique shape and sound. Close contact with nature tells me I’m alive.
Many say the strong winds make the seafront inhospitable, and prefer a walk on the downs; or that the city’s vibrant nightlife, popular with stag and hen parties, is what makes Brighton a winner. Geeks might say it’s the thriving digital community, with some sort of free meet-up almost every night of the week, where you can get together with others who share your passion for WordPress, UX, Drupal, Java, mobile – whatever – and talk about the latest tricks. Brighton has something for every taste and personality.
Shoppers and foodies favor the Lanes, where you can find almost anything you want, and will recommend a visit to the alternative North Lanes, which is also home to a thriving outdoor market at the weekend.
Kemptown is known for its gay community that hosts an annual parade. London Road is shabby chic, and home to the Cowley Club, where you can eat cheap vegan meals and meet anarchists fighting for just about every left-wing cause going.
Book worms, poets and writers enjoy the literary scene, with some sort of reading almost every night of the week (albeit with charged admission, even for the poets who share their poems!)
Same goes for musicians: endless open mics where singer song writers can show off their latest (and oldest) numbers; jazz aficionados and wanna bees are satisfied with a variety of jazz jams (usually free entry), or can choose a free pub gig or ticketed concert. There’s even a monthly experimental jam (Safehouse) where I enjoy singing.
Artists and actors take centre stage in the spring with the Brighton Festival, Artist Open Houses and The Fringe.
Even with all of that – it’s the sea that captivates me, day in and day out. The water reflects the sky, taking on a range of colors that change according to temperature and blueness or greyness of day.
On a calm, sunny day the sea is an iridescent sky blue, on a cloudy day it can be ash-green, blue-grey, cobalt, black, marine blue, sea green, olive – to name a few. And when the sun sets, nature’s paint box splashes her palate across the sky, tossing the left overs onto the sea. It’s mystical and inspiring. It sings to me and whispers poems in my ears. It is why I’m here.