A sunny day out in Brighton

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
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
Written by Johanna Payton