I remember when Hollingbury was cut off by a snow storm and in the morning the snow outside our flat window was up to the window sill and we were on the first floor so there was a twelve foot drop to the floor below. My brother David was in his pyjamas and opened the window and climbed out onto the sill to feel the snow but he slipped and fell down into the abyss. He was shouting at me to get him out, but I was in a fit of laughter. I grabbed a coal shovel and went down the stairs followed by my mum screaming out for me to get him out of the snow, it didn’t take long to get him out, he was ok, just a bit cold, but I was still laughing.
Adventures in the dark
That night we got some tin trays and we made our way up through the snow to the golf link at the top of Ditchling Road, we all sat on our trays and pushed off and slid on our way down to the tennis courts, but when we were half way down the hill there was a sudden power failure and the whole lights in Brighton went out. We were in total darkness, we tried to slow down when suddenly we hit the hedge at the bottom of the hill with a thud. Luckily, we were all ok, a few bruises and cuts but no broken bones.