As part of my xmas presents, Danielle found a 2 night stay in the Ramada Brighton, which was lovely.
With Cassy's starter motor out of action, we went down in Juliet.
Leaving on Tuesday, the trip was hell, so many idiots on the roads.
There was spray, lots of standing water in lane 3 on the motorways, so many (mostly grey) cars with no lights on, on the Dartford bridge, which Danielle wasn't keen on as she suffers from vertigo, we saw a lorry nearly pull across over the top of a car which had to brake hard to avoid the collision.
So many 4x4s and Vauxhalls tailgating.
The weather in Brighton was frankly pants, either heavy rain or that soaking drizzle.
We did have enough of a break in the rain to look around the shops and Danielle picked up a few comics from Dave's comic shop
Yesterday evening as we were getting ready to go for a meal, the fire alarm went off. Our fire exit route was out the french doors (which can't be secured from the outside so we grabbed the laptop and camera) onto the balcony/walkway, through the fire door, down some wet and slightly slippery stairs out into a dark alley at the back of the hotel.
We wandered round to the front to find out what was going on.
Turns out they had a wedding party and someone had set the alarm off by mistake.
The plan for today was to head along the A27 to Portsmouth, show Danielle where I grew up, then carry on up the A3 and home, but because of the journey down, we thought best to head straight home.
I filled up on the way out of Brighton at the Shell garage, and Danielle did some quick calculations for me, 27.4MPG which for my right foot is very economical!
The trip back was a doddle, very few idiots on the roads, actually traffic was quite light, and the weather was kind to us.
Juliet performed admirably