though that's as the crow flies.

by land transport

Dungerness to Gretna Green 412.870 miles
Lands End to Gretna Green is 477.924 miles

65 mile difference by land
31 as the crow flies.

Terry Feltham good call, The Fox nice pub William Blake was a regular in his day.

seaham has a nice beach, but is quite rough in places.

Great Yarmouth for me can't beat regent road

lovely pub digdeep,and the cottage is doing well still to this day

Also has several thousand residents from Surrey who have taken advantage of the Bank of Mum and Dad to buy an insanely priced house there in order to be hip. And virtue-signal. And "buy" a couple of buy-to-lets on interest-only mortgages, of course.

Plus several million foreign-language students standing motionless and morose on every single pavement and in every single public space.

Lived there 1979-81, 1982-4, 1986-8 and 1989-91. Basically, whenever life went arse over tip back when I was in my in my twenties, I just ended up returning there. Absolutely loved the place. You could be hopelessly skint and under-achieving, but all you had to do was wander among the streets, pubs and people there and you felt you were something again.

And when you went back there, things happened, opportunities arose, which is why I kept moving on, I suppose.

But when I've popped down there since, to see friends or go racing, it feels like a smug, privileged, overcrowded quarter of Kingston-Upon-Thames.

Besides, the days of paying £6/week to live there (summer 1982 - half-share in a £12/week bedsit in Kemp Town) have long gone. I'd be struggling to afford to live there now. But as my mate, with whom I shared that bedsit and who still lives in the town, says: would I want to? He'd love to get out of the place, but is stuck with a wife who rejects every alternative, because her friends would classify it as a sign of social failure.

But still a great place to spend a weekend, which is what this thread is discussing, so all the above's a bit irrelevant really.

Sorry.

Great post screaming!  I worked there from 1977 to 2005 so do get where you are with the town.  No doubt it has changed, but then nearly everywhere has.  It is still not as raffia and sandels as Lewes!!.  There is still a certain raffishness to it. Keith Waterhouse said "Brighton is like a town that is helping the police with their enquiries.   My Granddaughter (9) loves it, bus from the ****, off at the Palace Pier, then all the things I used to do as a kid: Helter Skelter, Bumper Cars, Candy Floss, except of course those old fashioned machines; I liked the ones that were supposed to be scary but were anything but.

You've both probably walked right past each other at some point.

Not very sophisticated is it - one **** unacceptable, a pair perfectly ok

Lesbian ?

I think the fate of the Star of Brunswick illustrates what's gone wrong with Brighton. It was a proper backstreet boozer, on the corner of a residential street behind Hove seafront. It used to have a tiny pool room, accessed via an unmarked door, and you could wedge a chair under the door handle, if you wanted some privacy.

This was the room, and the pool table, over which I had relations with a girlfriend in 1986, purely because someone had incorrectly told her that I'd done the same thing with another girl three years earlier, and she wanted to prove some sort of point. Well, I wasn't going to put her right, was I?

This thread got me happily reminiscing about the incident, so I thought I'd google "Star of Brunswick". And I found:

Once a pub, The Star of Brunswick has been transformed into an immaculate apartment with many impressive features including glass flooring in the second bedroom and contemporary décor throughout.

unless you were sinking a black.   Oops - I'll get my coat

The Only Potting would Be the brown if the Pub were still there These Days

Weymouth (NAP)