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.