I grew up in the gardens
I lived in Beresford Court, Somerhill Road, right across from the park from 1960- 1979. I feel that I grew up in the gardens – building hideouts in the bushes along the side of the playground. I remember the concrete shelter, as I fell off it once, while bunking in and out of the block of flats that was being built behind it in Furze Hill. I remember the café; did it burn down? It was always dark and gloomy inside, all that dark timber I suppose?
Does anyone remember the ancient, gnarled tree between the cafe and the corrugated iron Parkies hut?
A sense of security
When I was younger, I would lie in bed on summer evenings and listen to the faint “thwock” of tennis balls in the courts across the road. I remember green painted wooden chairs with ‘2d’ stencilled on them I can almost smell the night scented stock in the Blind Garden. It was a sheer, undiluted sense of security, growing up in such a gentle, leafy backwater of Hove. So different then from what it has become now, with its apartment crammed, traffic calmed, parking meter infested urgency.