It just wasn't going to cut it.
Luckily we had Claire with us. Claire had lived in Brighton for some time and knew all the secret locations that only the locals know about. She suggested we head up to Bill's for brunch.
We dutifully dumped our bags in the hotel bag store, checked out and headed into the bright December sunshine to walk through the Brighton Lanes and up past the Pavilion. Even though it was about 11am in the morning Brighton was still almost deserted - this is clearly a place that sleeps late on a Sunday!