Memories of the drinking fountain
“A few more things come to mind about Brighton in my early days. One was the drinking fountain at St Peter’s Church. There was a large metal cup hanging from the chain which we could drink from, but my mother never allowed us to do this. We always had to put our mouths near the jet of water and catch it as we pressed the button. There were two horse troughs there, and we would watch the horses having their fill.
It’s hard to remember how things were, and we realise just how much traffic has built up on the roads these days. Cars were a real luxury for the few when I was young.”