It’s a wonderful sunny day and in celebration of the Olympic Torch coming through Crystal Palace and Tooting, I’m taking to the streets in a summer shift (no tights!) to cheer and holler.

Until I report back later with all the Olympic fun, I wanted to get you all in a summer mood for a Monday morning. I’ve already told you about my fabulous night out in Brighton (and the outrageously brilliant vintage dress I bought), here’s what happened the day after…

A sunny Sunday morning and we were first on the beach

A walk on the pier will always blow the cobwebs off

Tin can alley

Who wouldn’t want to win one of these?

The pier starts to get packed as lunchtime approaches

And sun-seekers start to fill up the beach

Sweeties galore

The old fashioned carousel

Erm, is that gentleman a bit too old for this ride?

Down on the beach: I carried on the 1960s theme I started the night before with a vintage tunic and mustard capri pants (Topshop)

After our date night, a mystery guest arrives to join us for the afternoon…looking rather funky too

He’s being Batman

We headed to the Marina

El borrows a pair of Ray Bans and shows off the temporary tattoo that just will not fade

Lunchtime

Well, it would have been rude not to

We saw tons of hairy bikers in Brighton, but we favour the mods: Matt used to ride a Vespa and was drooling over these well-loved scooters

El models his emergency floral bucket hat on the beach

This guy is always brave enough for a swim

Emerging after a lovely dip

Last stop before heading home: Brighton’s North Laines (the best place for tourist-shopping, in my humble opinion)

The North Laines are gritty and colourful – full of vintage

You’ll also find established favourites, like the Irregular Choice shoe boutique

The boys check out the cool comic shop

There is a HUGE 50s revival going on in Brighton – you’ll find plenty of dresses like this in the boutiques

Further evidence of the love affair Brighton is having with 50s Americana – its gone from naff to coolio

It’s all about the little details in the North Laines

As well as the big, garish landmarks

And one last icon before we boarded the train, courtesy of Banksy