Brighton is the rebellious teenager of UK cities. It’s fun, alternative, and liberal. It also costs an arm and a leg to live within earshot of the seagulls. Those seagulls? They’re smarter than your bank manager.
The housing stock is chaotic. You can find a Victorian terrace with a “sea glimpse” for the price of a manor in Yorkshire. The sea glimpse is a tiny sliver of blue between two new builds. You pay extra for the privilege of seeing it from your window while you eat instant noodles.
I recall a friend who rented a room in a shared house. The landlady proudly stated the “sea view.” It was a mirror. The mirror had a postcard of the beach taped to it. That’s Brighton for you: all style, zero substance for your wallet.
