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This page was added on 22/03/2006.

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BRIGHTON BEACH 1930s. "Motor boat running, motor boat running, all aboard for the Skylark", this was the fishermens' weekend cry on the shingle beach at Brighton. One and sixpence for an hour's sea trip was enough to spark reaction from a crowd much too large for the boat to float on. The fishermen could make as much at weekends as for daily fishing, when often they would offload spratts in shimmering mountains on the shingle. The beach at holiday times was so packed, "twas hard to find a patch to pitch in, the holiday spirit was all abuzz, and set your mind a-tingle. Clang a-lang, clang a-lang, announced the muffin-man a-puffin". Dressed in white, chef's hat and gloves, he clanged his way along, carrying upon his head a large tray of stacked up muffins and crying out, "lovely fresh-baked muffins", and passed them with a tong. The Volks Electric Railway 'ting tinged' along the rear, on its way to Black Rock with a very heavy load. The Brighton Belle Steamer's horn would sound as it berthed at the Palace Pier,and the Pierros would sing and dance their acts in dazzling blazer and boater mode.These were the stirring sights and sounds I remember as a boy and youth, until the Second World War started and took it out of reach. It's never been the same since, but those were joyful days, forsooth, a lovely time to be in Brighton and for picnics on the beach! Hicky.

By Gordon I Hickman (11/07/2009)

This atmosphere continued in my experience, the early 50s. I have written a book about it: A Mother to Kill a Son -available on Amazon.

By Ross Martin (13/12/2009)

I was on the teaching staff at Hollingbury Court 1949-50 after military service and prior to entering college. Morgan was the Head at the time and the Robertsons were heads-in-waiting. I remember well the young Mr Robertson practising for a performance of Grieg's A minor concerto. Other staff included a Mr Anstruther. I had a very happy time there but the only pupil's name that comes to mind after all these years is van Moppes.

By Alan Brignall (21/02/2010)