The photo above depicts the coach park just past the Broadway cafe in Whitehawk Road. Whitehawk bus garage was further down the road towards the sea. When we were kids in the late 40s and 50s, we used to roller skate around the bus garage as the floor was as smooth as anything. When the trolley buses were being tucked up for the night, the drivers would unhook the power poles from the wires and use the batteries to drive them into the garage. We would hang on to the back of the buses on our skates and have a free tow along. When we were young teenagers, we would sneak onto a bus in the middle of the garage and do our courting in peace and quiet. Lovely days gone by. Damaging anything was not in our minds as it is today. Would love to hear from anybody else from that era who lived in the vicinity

To Mick Peirson. I lived bang opposite YHT coach park. Do you remember the green grit bin, that was there? My mates Georgie Roberts, Terry Dunk and Peter Eason used to open the doors and use the bin as our goal. We only played with a tennis ball and got quite skilful. We earnt money cleaning the coaches in the summer at two bob time, until somebody stole a camera and the cleaning stopped.

As a young boy I used to walk home to Wiston Close through the coach park after many great days at Black Rock swimming pool or the beach. There are some buildings in the picture that I am curious about, I wonder if anyone can help? In the upper left corner there are 3 buildings, behind the block of flats. (I don't think the flats were there when I lived there between 1946-1958). But the buildings I do vaguely recall. The large building at the top, the stone barn-like building between the flats and the large building and the small lighter coloured building to the right of the flats, which I seem to remember as a sort of home-made dwelling. Does anyone have any info or pictures of these buildings? Anything would be appreciated. My email is eric.cristina@yahoo.com  Thanks.

Hello Bluey - I haven't been on the website for a time. I remember the names of Terry Dunk Georgey Roberts and Peter Eason. He was the cousin of Paula and Shirley Jones from Rugby Place if I am right. Peter lived near my mum in Bristol Street when he got married he was working as a telephone engineer I think.

Mick Peirson

Hi Mick,, your dead right. Pete did live there and was a telephone engineer. Happy days.

Hi, I worked in this depot as a conductor in 1969. As I came from Scotland I knew nothing about Brighton bus routes. I do not recognise anything from that picture but every time I seen the TV 'On the Buses' I am sure that was the entrance to the Whitehawk depot. There was a large bar close by I believe called the Whitehawk Inn. It had a massive bar and a piano lounge. I boarded close to the depot in Whitehawk and up in Roedean at "The Cliff". I remember the Whitehawk route was very busy and everybody called me Jock due to my Glasgow accent.

I worked at Whitehawk bus garage from Sept 1972 to Jan 1999. In the early years it was like home from home; it was like one big family. It was one, if not the, best job I had.

Hi John, I worked at Edward St depot from 1970 till 1985. I remember you well.You're right, it was a great job, a pleasure to go to work.

Hi Pete, I have not been on site for a while, good life. I still meet up with a few through golf and breakfast club. Hope you are well.

Hello Pete Bradick! Could you send me your email address, as a few people would like to get in touch. Mick Clifford is on facebook.

Does anyone remember the conductor whose face had been badly burnt and disfigured whilst flying with the RAF during WW2? Such a brave, brave man to take on a job where he met hundreds of people every day and faced up to his problems. He was a favourite with all of the passengers. There was also a very 'posh' one, of whom it was rumoured was a Lord.

This photo brought back memories of the '60s when I used to take a bucket and mop up to the waste ground by Findon Road. I used to clean the interior of the coaches parked there on summer afternoons; the drivers were usually having a doze before taking the day trippers back home again. I used to pick up all the sweet and crisp wrappers from the floor then give it a mop, the drivers used to give us a couple of bob for our efforts. Talking of bus conductors in some of the other posts, one conductor I remember from the '60s was a guy they affectionately called Trigger; he had some missing fingers but could still turn the ticket dispensing machine with ease. He always seemed happy in his job shouting out "hold tight!", as he rang the bell.

Reply to Dave Hamblin. I remember both of the bus conductors. I agree entirely with your remarks regarding the badly burnt man, as I recollect he was not very tall and of slender build and always cheerful. The 'posh' one was a tall chap who, I believe, was the son of a titled family. He was well spoken and very polite. I also believe he fulfilled his ambition to become a qualified bus driver.

The conductor with the disfigured face could have been Mr Hewison. He was one of the 'Guinea Pigs' for plastic surgery at the McIndoe  unit in East Grinstead. His daughter was in my year at school. I remember the school children being very cruel with their comments.

In the 1950s we were paid a bonus of 5 shillings per month if we held a perfect record for attendance, for time keeping on the route, for ensuring that all fares had been collected when an inspector boarded the bus, and for civility to passengers. There was an aged lady shareholder who rode continuously from Wish Road to Palmeira Square, and back, to seek fault with the bus crew – to save the company paying the bonus. Sometimes she would stand back from the platform and try to scramble aboard after the bus had started - I lost my bonus one month for ‘not giving her time to board’. I lost it the following month because she mistimed her leap and I grabbed her to save her falling off. I should not have touched her, I was told. The third month’s bonus went because she tried it again. I let her fall and gave the emergency stop signal. The bus stopped, I flew to the floor and slid to the front of the bus, and she collided with the hand rail. The following month she claimed to have lost her Shareholder’s Bus Pass, and I insisted on taking a fare. The company couldn’t fine me for that, and agreed that I had had my share of the lady, and my route was changed. 6 months later the driver on that No.1 bus had still not earned a bonus!