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Pool Valley

What a welcome!
By Martin Nimmo

All the wind and rain from the sea front seems to gather in Pool Valley, blowing through the gap between the Royal York building and the Albion Hotel and the other two exits! And the litter from the sea front always manages to blow along with it. Even the old Savoy cinema was built to turn its back on Pool Valley! To think that this was once the main terminal for all the Southdown country bus services into Brighton; even the glass roofs they used to have over the queues failed to make much impact.  What a welcome to the town on bad weather days! Today, empty of the green and cream buses and with very few people around, it must feature as one of Brighton and Hove's worst 'streets', except on days of high summer when a few coachloads of day-trippers arrive to liven it up a little.

Contributed to website on 20th January 2003
This page was added on 22/03/2006.

Comments:

I remember Pool Valley as a child on holiday in the 1950s and the Southdown buses coming in and out. Even on a wet day it seemed OK and the buses were warm and inviting and waiting to take us home. Now you cannot even get to the place we used to go to, as buses no longer go there. That's progress.
By Bob Stephens (26/10/2003)
There's a nice piece in Graham Greene's 'Travels with my Aunt': "'I like to be at the centre of all the devilry,' she said, 'with the buses going off to all those places.' She spoke as though their destinations were Sodom and Gomorrah rather than Lewes and Patcham and Littlehampton and Shoreham."
By Martin Nimmo (09/12/2003)
Pool Valley is gone? What a shame. My parents and I, every Sunday, would take one of the single decker buses to marvellous countryside places to stroll around and then have delicious afternoon teas served by sweet, elderly ladies in little tea houses before the bus would bring us back. And my dog and I would take trips to Rottingdean via the open-top double deckers in the summer. Sad to know it's all gone but it's all still safe, as it was, in my mind - thank heaven.
By Ashlea Simpson (27/10/2004)
As a child, a group of trees in Blakers Park, was our Pool Valley where without any of the modern toys, we travelled around the park's pathway, pretending to be buses - Southdown of course.
By Peter Hogg (17/09/2005)
Memories flood back as I read the emails of Pool Valley. Mum packing us up and traveling by double decker bus from Mile Oak, into Brighton, and hurry to Pool Valley to catch a green and white coach to London. Half way pit stop somewhere along the London to Brighton road. Must go before we leave, its a long ride. Soft sandwiches eaten at the halfway house, and potty break, before climbing aboard the coach again and settling down for the ride on to London and the two weeks' visit with grandparents. Think the coach pulled into Victoria Station, London, too young to remember exactly. But Pool Valley, such a busy, busy area and such a small area for the coaches pulling in, turning round and exiting. The drivers certainly did a great job.
By Bonny Cother -Veronica Bentley (11/01/2006)

My dad used to work there in the last days of the National Bus Company. He was a coach inspector and would guide the coaches from London and everywhere else into the station where they would reverse back into the stands. The Southdown buses also ran from here too. I remember the large canopy over the waiting area and the mannequin dressed in a conductor's uniform in the entrance to the toilets. (which I was terrified of - probably from watching too much Dr Who).

By Alex (05/09/2007)

I remember getting the last bus back to Crowborough after watching an Albion night game. The bus was always full. It used to be a good place to meet up with your friends if you got seperated after the game!

By Nick the Greek (08/07/2008)

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