Since becoming vegan six years ago this month, I have wanted to visit Brighton. Brighton is a veganmecca, and whisperings of this amazing place echo endlessly across the UK. Some of my good friends moved there a couple of years ago, and we finally made it down to visit them last week.
We borrowed my parents’ motorhome for the week, and drove 300 miles south, because these are the lengths we vegans will go to eat take away pizza. The motorhome we borrowed is a beast, let’s call it the beast, and is over 7 metres long so I felt terrified for Laurie having to drive it. If the driving had been my responsibility, we’d have spent the week camped on my parents’ driveway.