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Northern Exile
As a youngster my Nan took me out for a walk every afternoon from her house in Moulsecoomb, the destination alternating - one day to Stanmer village and the next to Falmer pond (both with ice creams available!). Alongside the Lewes Road was the wondrous sight of Falmer Pumping Station. Looking over the flintstone wall, you could see the huge brass pumps going up and down through big arched windows. It seemed strangely silent even though they must have been powered by noisy coal-fired engines. It was a magnificent building, even chuch-like if the windows had been stained-glassed.
Now when I set off to our new cathedral of football, I never never thought that this area would be our new home. Memories will come flooding back of times even pre-dating my first ever visit to the Goldstone.
Now when I set off to our new cathedral of football, I never never thought that this area would be our new home. Memories will come flooding back of times even pre-dating my first ever visit to the Goldstone.