On Saturday we headed off down to Brighton to see what we could see, not clocking the fact that it was Brighton Pride weekend. What gave the game away was the gorgeous looking biker clad men with a certain air of Village People about them at the train station, oh they were such good fun.  We hit trouble with a delayed train and didn’t arrive until nearly midday and trotted off down to the beach to find ourselves in the middle of the biggest carnival I have ever been in.  Apparently there are 160 thousand people that come to Brighton on this weekend.  It was the best of times, the music, the atmosphere, the vibe, the colour, it was just wonderful.  Here are a few pics of the day, we got home at nearly midnight, absolutely exhausted and just a little bit sun burnt.