The sea welcomes your return, noble prince of Brighton.
Once upon a time on a beach that never came to an end, wandered Harrison Jones, a boy who got caught up in the stubborn South England winds. While searching the horizon for purpose, locking eyes with the edge of the world, the fierce landscape sought to engage the mind of the young maverick. Heavy, humid gusts of wind pushed onto land by violent waves, tasting of sea salt - caressed his skin, persuading the boy into submission to become heir apparent to the Brighton seaside.
With time, the role became taxing as the winds grew overbearing. On a Wednesday no different from other Wednesdays, Harrison, on the brink of exhaustion, ventured beyond the familiar sea, seeking solace in nearby pubs and street corners. While in hiding from the tide, he began retracting into a shell of his former being. As days, weeks, months fled him, he began to lose a sense of self. Turning left on Lavender Street onto Veronica Way one day, he was faced with a dead end. “Where to now?” he asked.
Faithfully, the sea came calling. Encouraged by Nathan Henry, Harrison concluded his self-imposed exile and sought out the sea to present his conditions, in a cool regal ensemble. The sea bowed in respect. Yet again, the prince wandered the Brighton seaside, serving nature on his terms. On the weekends, you can catch Harrison with a pint of Guinness at his local, where Jade Danielle Smith captured the pacific prince on one of his days off.