The 26a bus did go to Five Ways and then became a 46a turned along Preston Drove and back to the old Steine via London Road. The 26 bus went to Hollingbury, where I lived, and at the terminal by Carden School became a 46 and took the the journey back to London Road and the old Steine. I remeber well. Hollingbury was described by the bus drivers and conductors as 'Siberia'. Downtown it could be mildly snowing but because Hollingbury was so open it could recieve 6ft drifts. I remember a snowy night when I left Hollingbury to visit my boyfriend who lived in town. We stayed in his house a while and deceided to catch the bus back to Hollingbury together. At Five Ways the driver refused to go any further and we were all forced to walk the rest of the way. Some busses were stranded and taxi drivers were only going very slowly back to town for safety.  In those days, as a teenager, I only wore little high heeled shoes. It was the fashion, never heard of boots then. I don't know how long it took to walk to my house but we were battling a big storm by then. We finally arrived. Frozen hair clinging to my face. Frozen numb feet, out of breath and never so happy to see my home. We urged my boyfriend to stay the night on the sofa and next day he set off to do the long walk back to town.

Does anyone recall the Cafe at Five Ways right on the Ditchling Road? It was just a couple of doors up from the 26 bus stop for Hollingbury. I'm talking of the early 60's hear. It was a small place we all called 'the caf' with it's very own juke box. The older boys with motor bikes would come there and for me it was a groovy safe place to hang out meeting friends. This was in the time when meals at Dorothy Stringer school really lost their appeal to a budding teenager. So instead of buying a weeks worth of canteen food on a Monday I used to save my dinner money and walk up to the 'Caf' for pie and beans and some cool music. Then there was the famous 'Tuck Shop' at the bottom of Stringer playing fields on Loder Road where we could buy lovely cheese rolls at lunch time and I'd get 2oz of sweets that would last all afternoon keeping one back to give to my Mum on returning home.

Five Ways: When I was a schoolboy in the 1940s I used to work on Saturdays and school holidays for Flynns the dry cleaner, and I enjoyed making the rounds of Hollingbury with my delivery cycle which had a small wheel at the front surmounted in a frame by a large wicker basket. When loaded the vicious beast could toss the contents on the ground in front of one by a careless manoeuvre. In the middle of the road , opposite the shop, stood one of the log cabin shelters where the trams used to pause before continuing west or south. At the Stanmer Hotel, kept by Mr. Dawbarn, my adopted aunt Dolly worked as barmaid for many years and her great favourite was his son, Denzil. My cousin, Eric, opened the radio and TV store 'Preston Radio' close to Eastwoods the Garden Centre. On the corner of Hythe Road stood a sweet shop from which another aunt bought me each week a bar of Cadbury's milk chocolate. On the opposite side of Ditchling Road was a green grocer whose name I think was Sinden. So many memories and so difficult to bring it all back. The name Five Ways was not known to me then; it was to Hollingbury that I delivered. The atmosphere was like a village with such friendly people and small shops flourished offering plenty of choice to their customers. I think that the Co-op had a store on the north-west corner but it is a long time since I visited to see what remains of this community.

Ruth, if the inside of the police box did seem bigger than the outside, that's not surprising. Something to do with Time And Relative Dimensions In Space, I gather.

My great grandparents lived at 246 Ditchling Road: Arthur and Phoebe Carter, and as a boy this area and the houses were like being amongst royalty. Everywhere seemed big and posh, I always had be in my best clothes to visit. As for the trolley buses there was nothing like them, they were wonderful to ride on.

Great memories for me in my 80s. Trams used to run prior to trolleys. The old wood tramline rails were dug up & given away free for firewood. During WW2 my dear Mum was a clippie on the Trolleys & told us she would pick up fish & chips at the Open Market stop route 26/46 for the driver & herself but one day the bus went off without her arriving back in time - but she managed to pick it up again on its return journey in London Road.

I used to work in the electrical shop for your uncle Eric and the name Divall is famous in Brighton for a string of cafe resteraunts. These were started by a man who only ever employed ex cons so he could give them a chance and also a reference to enable them to return to society. I can remember eating in one at the bottom of New England Road on the right, opposite Panetts lorry store, with its collection of 1960s yellow tippers. My uncle Charlie Cross also drove a No26 bus for many years and used to live at No 15 Ditchling road. I also had a paper round for Mr Fred Dalton in Ditchling road and also at Rangers in Baker Street. My final paper round was for Ken Tucker at the bottom of Ditchling Rise, I had Springfield Road as my round and finished almost at my door. I lived at number 182 the very top house on the right.