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Brighton: from Inside Terre à Terre

The view from inside Terre à Terre, Brighton, looking out through the skylight.
During the four-day Queen's Diamond Jubilee celebrations, a small quartet of us took the train down to Brighton for lunch and some sea air. A friend of a friend, led us to the vegetarian and coeliac-friendly Terre à Terre on East Street in Brighton for lunch.

The weather had spent most of Monday looking decidedly moody, but in the middle of lunch the clouds cleared and sunlight came flooding through the skylight.

The photo was taken using the Instagram app for iPhone. The filtering effect was designed to washout some of the colour and give the cleanliness of the white and blue an effect like a 1970s Swedish design photobook I once flicked through.

Terre à Terre comes with my highest recommendation. For more information: http://www.terreaterre.co.uk/

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