Danny House

The day got off to a rather fraught start with us running through the backstreets of Brighton in the hot and muggy rain to get to the pier for an appointment at 9.30am. We got there with a minute to spare, feeling frazzled. For some reason we (well, I) had signed up for a tour of the Brighton sewers. I was under the (wrong) impression that this was in the old Victorian disused sewers, but it turned out they were still very much in use. I spent the next hour trying not to gag and feeling increasingly nauseous and claustrophobic. It's safe to say I won't be doing a sewer tour again! As soon as we escaped we went to find a cup of tea and shared some cake to recover. The weather reflected our revitalised mood, and the sun came out in full force. We left feeling like we were starting the day over! Onwards to the Pavilion. For some unknown reason, in the three years I lived in Brighton I never once went in the Pavilion! (Mum rekons it's because whenever they came to visit, I'd always have a list of jobs for Dad to do fixing things in the house, so we never made it). It was very much worth the visit- for the giant chandelier held up by a huge silver dragon alone! We followed the opulence with an incredible mezze and iced tea at Food for Thought before wandering back through the lanes to our Air B&B house.

Despite spending the night working, we had a surprisingly nice evening. The event was held at the grand Danny House; a private stately home hidden in the deepest Sussex countryside. The location couldn't have been more idyllic; I even spotted a baby deer in the gardens. Everything went smoothly, and we raised a nice amount of money for my charity, so that was all good. By the time we'd cleared up, we didn't get back to Brighton until 10.30 and despite plans to go out to catch last orders, we were so tired, so ate some dry Frosties from the box and got an early night.