The Level best.

Following completion of the £2.3 million restoration project earlier this year the park has now been awarded a prestigious Green Flag, taking its place as one the finest parks and open spaces in the country.

The award brings the number of Green Flags flying in the Brighton and Hove parks to seven - the highest ever awarded in the city.

Easthill Park, Hove Park, Kipling Gardens, Preston Park, St Ann’s Well Gardens and Stoneham Park have also been awarded Green Flags for excellence.

St Ann’s Well Gardens in Hove flies the flag for the 15th year, while Preston Park celebrates a 14th successive year. Easthill Park in Portslade has picked up its 12th award, Hove Park is celebrating a tenth success while Kipling Gardens in Rottingdean has won its seventh award, while Stoneham Recreation Ground in West Hove picked up its fifth award.

All Brighton & Hove’s parks are managed in-house by the city council.

The national awards, handed out by environmental charity Keep Britain Tidy, recognise and reward the best parks and green spaces across the country. The Green Flags, which will fly in Brighton & Hove Parks, are only given to parks with the highest possible standards which are beautifully maintained with excellent facilities.

The Peacehaven Undercliff

If you are bored with the Blackrock to Saltdean stretch of undercliff the section between Telscombe and Peacehaven offers much of the same but is generally less busy.

It was built by Lewes District Council in the 1980s and has three access points from the cliff-top which are:-

At the west end, a ramp from Malines Av.

The Bastion Steps at Steyning Ave., 0.7 miles further east 

The easterly steps leading to Cliff Ave., a further mile east.

It is thus possible, by including the cliff-top path, to do a 4 mile figure-of eight walk from any of the three access points, all of which are on the no.12 coast road bus route.

Looking towards Brighton at the west end

Looking across Friars Bay at the east end

Between the Saltdean east end and Peacehaven undercliff is a gap of about 1.2 miles of unprotected cliff, and a similar gap exists between the east end of the Peacehaven undercliff and Newhaven West Beach. Presumably these sections will need coastal defence works eventually and it might then be possible to walk the 7.5 miles from Brighton to Newhaven along a continuous undercliff path.

Some luxurious vegetation.

The i360 construction begins.

This afternoon at the West Pier site the start of construction of the i360 viewing tower was marked by a Ground-breaking Ceremony.

L to R, Cr Theobald, Julia Barfield, David Marks

Leader of the Council Cr. Jason Kitkat 

Short speeches were made by the architect David Marks and the Leader of the Council Cr. Jason Kitkat, and, in the brilliant sunshine, it was impossible not to share some of the project vision of the former and the economic optimism of the latter. It was also intriguing to learn some details of the construction process which will involve landing the great sections of the tower on the beach from barges. These sections will be added to the tower at its bottom end, jacking up the previous assembly within a giant supporting steel frame. David Marks promised plenty of viewing points so whatever ones opinions about the tower walks along the seafront over the next couple of years will provide plenty of interest.

Ground-breaking.

The new seafront arches

The City Mayor, Cr. Brian Fitch, today cut a red tape to declare open for business the beautifully restored arches to the west of the West Pier site. The old arches were built out from the cliff edge over 100 years ago to bear nothing much heavier that a horse & cart. They have been reconstructed from scratch to cope with a 40 ton load, i.e. the weight of a modern lorry should, by accident or design, such a need arises.

Special bricks and woodwork were commissioned. Some of the arches are already occupied as art studios and similar.

Two of the arches provide new public toilets which look fairly inviting so far. Unfortunately they charge 30p entrance and in the Ladies a flush wasn't working.

Before the rain . . .

City spelling - no.1

St. Peter's church.

The Old Ship Hotel Garage

The Old Ship Hotel garage was built in the 1920s to house cars of guests with fairly basic accommodation for their chauffeurs on the first floor.  The design is utilitarian and displays only faint nods to the Art Deco. But I like the uncompromising 3D lettering. No ambiguity there!

In April 2010 a planning  application was approved to demolish the garage and replace it with a 7 storey (5 storeys above ground level) hotel extension, comprising 42 bedrooms, 2 conference rooms, car parking and a restaurant/bar. In April 2013 an extension of the time limit for demolition was granted.

The latest application, BH2014/02100, demonstrates how much things have changed over the last 4 years. Evidently, the City now has enough hotel bedrooms; conferencing is increasingly being conducted over the internet; the Council has a policy of discouraging private car use and encouraging sustainabilty, and there is certainly no shortage in the area of restaurant and bars.

BH2014/02100 is for a new 6 storey building to provide 8 one bed and 10 two bed flats on the 1st-5th floors and associated cycle and car parking on the ground floor and including solar panels on the roof.
  

Proposed elevation on Black Lion Street

I can see just the place to reinstate the lettering . . . .

50 years ago - a reminiscence.

A RIOTOUS DAY AT THE SEASIDE 

It was a glorious sunny Saturday morning of Whitsun Bank Holiday weekend 1964.

My best friend, Teresa, and I were planning a trip to Brighton for some seaside frolics. Firstly, we headed for Charlie’s stall in Watford Market and each bought a pair of 501 Levis. Marilyn Monroe had recently glamourised women in jeans. Although we were only just 15, skinny and flat-chested, we thought we were the last word in feminine seduction. And we were Mods.

We packed our little bags and headed off for an adventure in our dark blue, very stiff new jeans, with turned-up bottoms and securely belted.

Our attempts at hitching a lift were very quickly rewarded when an older guy in an open top racing green MG pulled over.  He welcomed us on board and whisked us off towards Brighton, our long hair flying unfettered in our wake. We were both totally fearless and trusting.

Our newly acquired chauffeur took a pit stop at a Little Chef and, to our surprise, very kindly treated us to egg and chips.

During a quick visit to the ladies we discovered that our wind-swept silky hair had been whipped up into a knotted frenzy and was totally resistant to the coaxing bristles of a Denman hairbrush.

Nevertheless, we clambered back into the car and resumed our exhilarating journey to the South Coast, where we disembarked safely at the seafront and bid our fond farewells. Only now, in hindsight, do I ponder the possible danger, and thank heaven that we were delivered safely by our Mr Knight in his shining green MG.

We clambered across the pebbles down to the seafront and stripped off our sexy jeans to reveal our even sexier bikinis. We sat on the beach for a while hoping to develop a little colour onto our milk-white legs, and then headed for the water to cool down.

Now, at the age of 65, and having lived in Brighton for 22 years, I believe it was the only time I have ventured into the sea. I’m convinced the memory of that painful walk back across the pebbles to our towels has scarred me for life.

We must have looked like a very under-titillating burlesque act as we struggled to change clothes beneath the confines of our beach towels, without revealing a single inch of bare flesh.

Suddenly, our peaceful afternoon was shattered as, about 50 yards from us along the beach, a large missile was hurled down from the promenade. It was followed by another and another, accompanied by hollers and whoops. A thundering sound hailed an army of  Mods and Rockers stampeding along the prom throwing deck chairs down on to unsuspecting holiday makers.

We moved far enough away towards the shore-line to ensure our safety but that moment was terrifying and we feared for our lives. It was all over in a flash as the  hoards tore along at full speed, leaving behind a trail of destruction and terror, with battalions of police in their white helmets in hot pursuit.

Once the coast seemed clear we headed into the town centre and wandered around the lanes, which were busy but a rather more tranquil option. Being penniless schoolgirls we went through the motions of window-shopping in the Lanes and drooling over that which was out of reach.

Later, in the evening we managed to get into a nightclub (obviously impressed by our grown-up Marilyn style). All I remember was the hot, steamy ambience of people dancing wildly to Donnie Elbert’s, ‘She’s a Little Piece of Leather’ -

We had no idea where we were going to sleep and just left it all to luck. Luckily, our trump card came up when we bumped into some friends from Watford, also down for the weekend.  They invited us to a party and we danced the night away, finally camping down on the floor in the early hours.

On Sunday morning our mates from Watford squeezed us in to their mini for a sleepy and uneventful return journey.

Once home, we turned on the evening news for reports on the riots, and to see if we could spot ourselves in the maelstrom of Mod and Rocker madness.  We were shocked at the reported gravity of the destruction and our lucky escape.

But it will still remain one of the highlights of my life.

~ Jacqui Rush

Hippodrome restoration plans approved.

At the City Planning Committee today a last minute effort by the Chairman to defer a decision on the Hippodrome plans went unsupported. The Committee then voted 8 to 3 with one abstention to grant full planning application BH2013/04348 for alterations to the Hippodrome and Hippodrome House to form an 8 screen cinema and 4 associated cafe units.

They also voted 8 to 4 to grant listed building consent (BH2013/04351) for internal and external alterations, restoration and repair to the Hippodrome and Hippodrome House to facilitate conversion to cinemas and associated café/restaurant units.

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Broken glass in Preston Park playground.

Yesterday a friend allowed her granddaughter to go barefoot in the popular children's playground in Preston Park. Within a few minutes one of the child's feet was bleeding profusely from a serious cut. Even though my friend's chief concern was getting the child back to her car and treatment as soon as possible, she had time to notice that the immediate area they were using was bestrewn with shards of green and brown glass.

One can guess that the scenario leading to this deplorable situation involved inebriated youths, alcohol and the late hours of the day or early hours of the morning. A long-term legislative solution would be to ban the sale of beer, cider etc. in glass bottles. 

Children should surely be able,  even encouraged,  to go barefoot within the small areas of public space especially set aside for them.