After Monk's House we took Rebecca to the Brighton train station for her trip to London and stay there for a few days. We had been talking to Penelope about this, as had Rebecca, for some days. There was an initial sadness and crying when Mommy got out of the camper, but it lasted only a few minutes and was distracted by talk of going to the beach. After that, she was fine. In fact, during the whole two weeks, there were only a few "miss my daddy" or "miss my mommy" incidents, all dealt with with the reminder that she'd be flying back on the airplane soon to see Daddy or that Mommy would come back from the big city in a few days. Such is the power of preparation. Plus, she's the best baby/now little girl ever. We had been in Brighton in 2009 but had skipped George IV's Royal Pavilion. After three months of palaces and great houses we were palaced-out. But this time we did the Royal Pavilion as well as other things in Brighton.
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| Probably the cheesiest place in the UK |
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| Brighton Beach; late July, still hardly anyone in the water |
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| Impressive sand sculpture exhibition |
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| Penelope in rock paradise |
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The Royal Pavilion: Hindoo on the outside, Chinese on the
inside, British Empire throughout |
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Another view; of course, George IV never
visited India nor China; he did make a trip to
Scotland once... |
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| Another, flowery view |
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George IV; he retreated to Brighton and built
the Pavilion while waiting the many years for
his dad, the daft George III, to die; unlike
his dad, George IV at least had the decency
to die relatively young, having eaten and
drunk himself to death; oh yes, there was a
mistress too; social and political change
came to the UK not long after the Georges |
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| Sadly, there's a no pix policy; but I did get a few... |
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| Massive chandelier in one of the state rooms; seats eight |
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| Sharing ice cream dessert with Grandma |
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