It's rare these days I get to sit down and concentrate on writing. Brighton offered a wonderful opportunity to do just this. So I hopped from coffee venue to coffee venue keeping myself busy.
I went to Redroaster every morning, the fine coffee house on St. James' Street. The afternoons were often some other destination: above was the Costa located within the Thistle Hotel on the Brighton sea front. Oh my GOD you would not believe how expensive the drinks were here, shredding my wallet with every gulp. But it was extremely quiet apart from the hen party that busted in during the afternoon.
Redroaster was a wonderful place to hang out though, peaceful, decent coffee and dim enough for me to see my laptop screen.