dolphins
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Martins Bank, Church Road
(not sure what Google found offensive of the top of the chimney in the "now" picture!!)
This definitely isn’t Brighton, I have seen this on Twitter before mentioning Brighton, it’s Great YarmouthIs this Brighton, i cannot place this area, description says 1976 Brighton Pony express
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There's a pub in the background called the Steam Packet that might provide a clue. Doesn't look like BrightonIs this Brighton, i cannot place this area, description says 1976 Brighton Pony express
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I’ve just looked at Great Yarmouth on Google Earth, the building with the Windmill is still there, The Steam Packet pub is now Harry RamsdensThere's a pub in the background called the Steam Packet that might provide a clue. Doesn't look like Brighton
I used to misspend a lot of my youth on that landing stage.
I used to go fishing off the pier around the time of the picture 1973. In fact the bloke in the light blue jeans could've been me!!
...and I thought it could have been me!I used to go fishing off the pier around the time of the picture 1973. In fact the bloke in the light blue jeans could've been me!!
Correct.Be careful of the rose-tinted spectacles ...
Not sure how old you are but I remember Brighton in the 60s and 70s, even the 80s, and despite the nice pictures it was grotty and run-down. Like a lot of British seaside towns it had seen better days (and as Brighton's heyday was the Regency and early Victorian eras - MUCH better days), and at this time it was memorably described by Keith Waterhouse as a seedy town that 'looked like it was always helping the police with their enquires.'
Now of course it's re-invented itself, quite successfully, as Hipster Central, but your point about the modern buildings though is sadly accurate.
What used to get me was old blokes outside a fag shop gobbing a big lump on the pavement, I though that would die out, now it's become a fashion statement.Correct.
And let's not forget the dog shit smears on the pavements. Christ, the 60s were awful.
If you happened to be on your own, and were spotted by a group of boys from anther school, they would immediately start to run after you, and you had to leg it or else.What used to get me was old blokes outside a fag shop gobbing a big lump on the pavement, I though that would die out, now it's become a fashion statement.
Or Charlie Batt or me....and I thought it could have been me!