Later on I saw a man wearing a motor mask and goggles and a
blue-and-red bathing suit. Neither of these two styles is smart as the word
is understood in the West End.
Then there is the story that prices, especially the prices of food, are
exceedingly high in Brighton. After all, the cost of food depends
everywhere very much upon what you eat. I see no reason for supposing that
the price of whelks in Brighton compares unfavourably with the price of
whelks in other great whelk-eating centres; but the price of fruit is
undeniably high. I saw some very large light-green grapes in a shop window,
grown, I suppose, over blast furnaces, and when I asked what they cost I
was considerably surprised. Being afraid, however, to go out of the shop
without making a purchase, I eventually bought one.
But these things are all by the way. It was when I reached the sea-front at
Brighton that I made the tremendous discovery which is really the subject
of this article. I realised the secret of Brighton's charm. It can be
stated very simply. _It lies in the number of things one needn't do there._
At little seaside resorts, such as Cockleham, there are a very limited
number of things that people do, and as soon as one gets to Cockleham an
irresistible inclination seizes one not to do them to-day. If anybody says
it is a good day for bathing you say it is better for boating. And if they
agree you wonder if, after all, golf.
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