Something scary and magical
If you hadn’t aleady guessed, because there’s not a lot else in Conway Street, I’m a transport enthusiast – or more properly a transport historian!
When a teenager, I used to visit Conway Street to see if I could spot new and old buses of the then Brighton, Hove and District Omnibus Company in the garage or on the surrounding streets. Contriving to come home from school after dark on a winter’s afternoon, there was something both scary and magical for a twelve year old in the dark streets with pools of yellow light, and the revving of diesel engines as buses left the garage or arrived back after a turn.
At New Year, 1965, I peered into the west garage to see three new Bristol Lodekka buses, not yet registered (to become DAP 62-4C) among a collection of old, cream open-toppers withdrawn from service. Many years later, I was on holiday from Yorkshire shortly after fire had destroyed new and old buses in the same garage, and could see vehicles reduced to knee-height which but a few days earlier had been double-deckers in service.