I remember the area called 'The Hard' where, in the late 60s, I would buy herrings for one shilling each from the fishermen straight from the sea and then walk along Hove seafront to Mum's at Albermarle Terrace where we would grill them for lunch. Scrumptious!

Before WW2 I went with my sisters to a fairground that was held underneath the road here, it was very noisy, dark and crowded, I remember the bumper cars. My sister got lost in the crowd we all ended up going home, while some body stayed behind to look for her, she spoilt the day for us.

I remember in the late 50s walking along here in the summer evenings when the beatniks were all enjoying the skiffle bands. I was about 8 or 9 years old and it was very exciting to me.

I lived in Hammersmith in the 1950s we often went to Brighton on the train. It was so exciting, I remember the blue paddling pool on the sea-front. Brighton is a very different place now but it still has a buzz of excitement.

This brings back memories of days on Brighton beach helping Rod Stewart get back to London and inviting him to come visit Eel Pie Island. I spent a lot of time in Brighton and on the old barge at Shoreham.

What a wonderful site!  I was born and raised in Brighton, lived in Frederick Street just down from the railway station. What a wonderful place to grow up in, with the ocean and the Downs, the race course, Preston Park and Wild Park - a place to watch the men play cricket. My family moved to Liverpool when I was twelve and how we missed Brighton. I went back 12years ago and for me going through the Lanes and eating fish and chips under the arches brought back so many wonderful memories. I now live in Kelowna B.C. Canada. I have told my children of my childhood in Brighton and they have made a point of visiting there when on trips to England and I was lucky enough to show two of my grandchildren my special place. Cheers.

The centre picture of the three; showing Leaches and Holgates arches; was taken soon after the lower prom was open after WW2. My father and grandfather started the cafe during the 1920s and continued until Brighton Corporation started their systematic programme of vandalising this once lovely town, which continues to this day! Note the piers, lanes, West Street, fish market hard etc. wherever old Brightonians are they must weep to see the state of this once lovely town!

Hi Ted, the pictures above bring back great memories for me as in 1956 I started working for Mr Holgate in his cafe all through the summer holidays, it was a very happy place to work. The first week I was there, I broke their dishwasher so that became me for a while, there was an older lady working there who had a daughter and she showed me what to do, and the the men next door in Leaches I know one was called Mark and I think the other brothers name was John and they had a stall sometimes outside Mr Holgates selling cockles, mussels, welks and jellied eels. We had a crowd of young people come in the shop one day asking for buttered rolls and did we have any chocolate too. Then they opened the rolls and laid the bar of five boys chocolate inside they started a new craze I think well its just like chocolate spread after all. The place was always packed, but when I was 15 I started work in a factory and just worked a few hours at weekends it was a great summer job. I always went back to see the Holgates when I could .
Ted junior I don't know if you remember me. A couple of years ago I was told you went to see one of your friends at the fish stall, near where your dad's place was he told me at that time you were at the Marina. I left a card at Asda for you saying hello. I hope you got it OK.

I remember the Brighton of the 1950s and 60s as a kid playing down on the seafront area roughly where this photograph was taken. I stayed in Montpelier Road so it wasn't far away maybe a mile. Does anybody remember the Guinness Clock, it was an amazing mechanical musical device that sat in front of the arches and did a show every
15 minutes I think. They also had a large model railway exhibition inside one of the arches and a little engine called Sammy the Shunter, it looked like Thomas the Tank engine. I remember the Easter Weekend when the Mods and Rockers came down in numbers and had a skirmish under the Palace Pier. I also remember my old school, St Paul's in West Street in the 1960s just before they built the Churchill Shopping centre on top of it. We would hang about after school and watch the workmen driving steel piles into the ground with a big steam hammer. No wonder I'm hard of hearing now. Moved up to Scotland in 1966 but still try and visit the old place whenever I can.