Well, Brighton Pride did not fail to disapoint again this year. We arrived at the train station in what was quite warm dry weather, we had such high hopes.
But after watching the parade for half an hour and then following the tail end of it up to Preston Park things started looking not so good.
By the time we had navigated our way across the park and into the Wild Fruit tent, the skies opened and did dump down some serious water……all afternoon.
But we were undercover and dry and therefore did not care too much about it….until it came to time to leave. It was like trying to get across a much thicker version of the Florida wetlands.
On the plus side, we did get to see some cool lesbian mud wrestling, on the minus side we now have a pile of mud encrusted clothing and footware that will require a hunt for and trip to the nearest laundrette (don’t want to put all that mud through my washing machine, it might not make it !)
Thanks to all our friends who either came down with us or we saw there on the day. You guys and girls rock.
lesbians (assumed !) in the mud