I love the smell of this bookshop. On my first visit I felt like an explorer making a major archeological discovery. There is a basement, which you get to via a spiral staircase. I am convinced that behind one of the floor to ceiling books shelves is a secret room that opens up by sliding out a secret book from a shelf.

The Viaduct is one of those big pieces of architecture that you notice from afar and ignore close up. So get close for a major neck craning and you'll get that “how the hell did they ever build this…” feeling. When I look up I get vertigo and I doubt the strength of those spindly looking redbrick supports. Preston Road and Beaconsfield Road are good places to look around, and afterwards you can pop into the nearby Signalman pub.

I always feel I'm in a bar in European city when I come here, its cavernous but comforting at the same time. The pub is located right by London Road Station and is one of the few places I've found in Brighton that serves Murphys Irish stout and great cheesy chips.

Often I see people sitting on the beach alone, staring at the horizon in silence. Its expanse has a calming affect. It’s a place where life becomes simplified into clouds, waves, the odd seagull and sailboat.

Every November the famous Brighton Pavilion develop part of their Gardens into an Ice Rink. Its lit up beautifully of an evening and runs right through until the end of January.