Hilly nature of the area
This is Wakefield Road, the picture depicts graphically the hilly nature of the area. I lived for my first 19 years in Prince’s Crescent just round the corner from the end-on junction of Wakefield and Richmond Roads. In those days (1950s) of many fewer cars, parked and moving, we used to play football in the road outside our house, and at regular intervals the ball would get away from us and roll round the corner and down the steep incline of Wakefield Road: it took a fair sprint to recover it.
Mr Heavens in his white coat
Later, when I went to school at Brighton, Hove and Sussex Grammar (1960s), I cycled there and back, requiring the ascents of Old Shoreham Road on the outward journey and Wakefield Road on the return, and all with just a three-speed Sturmey-Archer gear. There used to be a tiny old-fashioned grocer’s shop about a quarter of the way down, run by an elderly man in a white coat called Mr Heavens, his trade was killed off when a self-service mini-market opened next to the Roundhill Tavern around 1960.
Sunday morning Salvation Army
Once a month on a Sunday morning the Salvation Army marching band would come down Crescent Road, along Prince’s Crescent and turn smartly down Wakefield Road on its way to Congress Hall in Rose Hill. I never found out where they started from. Wakefield Road only had houses on one side; the other was a high retaining wall beyond which lay the Sylvan Hall Estate, on which I did a paper round for five years, morning and evening.
The Cat’s Creep
The Cat’s Creep was the unofficial name for the long, steep stairway connecting the top of Wakefield Road with Roundhill Crescent; its correct name, which was on no signs and was never used by locals, was Lennox Place. I now live in Bath, and that’s all hills too; and like Brighton you can see either side of it from the other. Do you have any memories of Wakefield Road? If you have memories to share, please leave a comment below.