Mary Bennet


In Search Of Queens Park Cricket Ground….

Brighton Lines


1892 Map of Brighton (Black’s Handy Atlas of England and Wales)

The Queens Park Cricket Ground in Brighton probably disappeared off the map in the 1890’s, but I had the delight of playing there. Well, sort of.

I’m not that old, of-course. But my relationship with the area comes from the imaginary Cricket ground I created in the back garden as a youngster, where I used to regularly hone my bowling action, pretending to be part of a bigger pitch. We lived near St Luke’s Church, in the square of houses bounded by Queens Park Terrace, Queens Park Road, St Luke’s Road and St Luke’s Terrace.

So you can imagine how eerily surprised I was when, years later, whilst researching another point of local history, I saw the ground marked on a map in the exact area I’ve described. Yet sadly details remain very sketchy, and it appears that…

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Highways and Byways of the 17th Century: the ‘Royal Escape’

J D Davies

There was quite a big response to last week’s post on King Charles I’s possible illegitimate daughter, Joanna Bridges, so I thought I’d follow it up by instituting a new occasional series, ‘Highways and Byways of the 17th Century’, covering some of the odd or lesser known stories that I’ve come across during over thirty years’ research into, and teaching of, this endlessly fascinating period. This will complement my other occasional series, ‘Dead Admirals Society’, which provides pictures and descriptions of various interesting naval graves and memorials; I’ll try to add a new post in that series within the next week or two.

For this week’s post, I’ve chosen a footnote in one of the best known of all the stories in 17th century British history – the escape of King Charles II after the Battle of Worcester in 1651. By far the best known element of this is the…

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Brighton Fashion Week Market

Back in October of last year I was asked to take part in the Brighton Fashion Week Fashion Market.

The variety of the stalls was amazing, obviously with all things like this I was drawn to certain stalls and felt others just didn’t really grab me… But the ones that did catch my eye was amazing.

BFW Described the event as such – ”

A curated buzzing pop up Fashion market offering you the chance to pick up one-of a kind original pieces ranging from handmade bowlers to hand-sewn frocks plus the opportunity to buy directly from up to 40 talented designers and artists across a range of disciplines.

Set in the Historic Open Market’s newly covered square offering a laid back festival vibe: expect live music, live installations, prints, art, up-cycled delights, cafe’s, and an eclectic hand picked mix of makers offering affordable wears. “

I snapped a…

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Brighton Beach Memoirs

The Festivist

Brighton (9 of 27)
I have a thing for resort towns. I love, and have always loved, any place with a beach, but what I love even more is a beach with a vibrant culture around it. This is why the Jersey Shore will always be one of my favorite places, and it’s why I love Brighton, essentially the English equivalent. There are so—so—many different, indispensable cultures to Brighton. Not only are they perfectly compatible parts, though, but they create a dynamic and inimitable whole.
The first one I encountered was North Laine off of Trafalgar Street. Every side street for blocks down this hill comprises shops, all independent and a little eccentric in that English way. Each is a different color and, in a microcosm of the city itself, sells something from a different local subculture: sausages; Indian hoop earrings; fresh flowers; or skater duds, comic books; glass beads; dainty jewelry…

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Lost In The Woods


Pebble beaches, what is this!?

Brighton is exactly how everyone explains – bright, colourful, and a beautiful beach that I’m not sure to even call it a beach, I mean come on… pebbles!? Where’s the sand…

The ability to soak your feet in the ever soft sand, burying yourself deeper… Not here!

Honestly, I never thought I would ever be this happy to see the beach. Being an Aussie, beach is part of my lifestyle, so being so inland without the beach or much sun, it has honestly changed me. Made me appreciate the simplicity of the beach.

But seriously, it’s beyond beautiful and I highly recommend it to anyone.

Also – sorry for not writing much, I’ve been so busy, and when I am home or near my computer I’m generally sleeping. I will start writing more soon… I promise.

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Brighton’s Interwar Council Housing Estates: ‘Housewives with empty larders’

Municipal Dreams

In 1921, Brighton was the second most densely populated county borough in the country after West Ham and, as a long-established town, a good deal of its housing was in worse condition than that of the London suburb.  If you associate it with Regency gentry or happy seaside holidays, this blog will show another side – a town with many slum homes and an urgent need to  better house its working-class population. But if council housing was the solution (as was accepted by nearly all in these days), the problem of making it affordable to the poorer working class remained a conundrum.


Brighton Corporation had begun slum clearance efforts back in the 1890s and even built a small number of homes to rehouse – though at rents they couldn’t pay – some of those displaced.   In 1919 much remained to be done; the local Medical Officer of Health estimated 3152 new houses were needed…

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