Due to a cancelled meeting, I found myself with a couple of hours to kill in Brighton this week – surely a happy state of affairs.

I could perhaps go to the beach, go shopping, spend a bit of me-time and a bit of money. I struggled back to the station with my heavy bag, hoping to find somewhere to leave it.

I was told by a young lady in the station information office – with, I might add, a brusqueness and lack of sympathy verging on rudeness – that there is no left luggage anywhere in Brighton.

So instead of staying and spending time and money in your lovely city, I grumpily got straight on the next train and left. A bit of an own goal for Brighton, I think.

CJ Rose
Olney House,
High Street, Olney, Bucks