The Cemetary

I took a little stroll with the “Jack” this afternoon, to Hove cemetery North side, to pay my respects to a very dear friend.  I went loaded with the camera for a reason “Not a morbid one”.  Brighton and Hove cemetery’s carry bag’s of history and my interest lay’s with a certain man.  I read a little bit about this man and where he was buried, that’s all I had to go on.  As you are all aware burial grounds are huge, so it took me many attempts to find the plot.

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The flint Chapel on the South side heading east, Hove cemetery.

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A couple of visitors enjoying the view’s of Hove from the Chapel.  The tower takes on a face like appearance, what do you think!

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One of the Classical monuments in the cemetery.

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This was the Grave that I was looking for.  Martin Leonard Landfried.

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What was you doing at 15 yrs of age!  I don’t know where he was born ,but he was buried in Hove.  When Martin Leonard Landfried was just a lad, he sounded The Charge!  The Charge of the Light Brigade at Balaclava.  You couldn’t imaging what was going on in his head or what he saw that day…

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This lad made it through the battle at Balaclava and survived to serve, in the Indian Mutiny and retired as a Trumpet Major.  Tennyson wrote, “into the valley of Death rode the six hundred“.  A lovely piece of history on my doorstep.  “God bless him”.

I shall add more to this blogg sometime.

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More West Pier!

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End of another day West Pier Hove.  Part of the Pier collapsed bottom left, now cleared for safety reasons.

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A Boxing day sunset over the West Pier Hove.

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Another “Med” like day in sunny Brighton.  My beach when I was a teenager, good memories early 70’s

On the Brighton theme

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I’ve posted a couple of aerial shots of Regency Square Brighton, from a balcony on the 11th Floor Sussex Heights, looking West over to Hove.  Regency Square was constructed in 1818 – 1828 on what was called the Belle Vue Field.  Individual plots were bought from the developer Joshua Hanson.  Covenants were drawn for this development which required owners to repaint the facades every three years and contribute towards the up keep of the enclosure .  The Covenants ran for 71 years from 1818 and subsequently taken over after by the Corporation as part of the 1884 Brighton Improvement Act.  ( Zoom in and look around the buildings )

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View of, the back of the East Side, of Regency Square.  The facades and frontages of these Grade ll listed buildings are fairly well manicured, the rear of these buildings, not so as you can see.  Added extensions and new builds cling to the rear running up to road behind.  The 1.56 acre gardens in the Square hide the underground car park that was built at a cost of £523.000 and was opened in the Easter of 1969.

Glasgow Coat-of-Arms.

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What a little gem this Glasgow crest is.  My interest not just being the amazing Fountain, my point of interest ,being the Crest embedded into the earthenwere brickwork on “The Doulton Fountain” at the People’s Palace, Glasgow Green.  The Fountain was devised by A. E. Pearce of Messrs Doulton for the 1888 International Exhibition in Kelvingrove.  After it was presented to the City by Sir Henry Doulton, it was re-erected where it stands today.

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This Crest magnificently built into facade above the entrance to The People’s Palace.  The design embedded in to the Crest say’s,

Here’s the Bird, that never flew,

Here’s the Tree, that never grew,

Here’s the Bell, that never rang,

Here’s the Fish, that never swam.       It is said that there is a another line.    That’s jist the drunken Salmon!

Should you get the chance, pay this part of the East of Glasgow a visit, well worth it.

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Walking through the back of the “Barra’s” heading towards Glasgow Green, I stumbled across this modern addition of the Crest.

Hove’s West Pier

A mere shadow of its once splended self, all that remains is the charred carcass of what was a beautiful Pier.  I grew up in Hove, the beach/Seafront played a huge part in my growing up years, it is still a big part of what I do now.

As a young boy this beach “The West Pier beach” was one of my favorites.  When I used to use this beach in the early 70’s the Pier was a fully working concern, with different shows and amusements, the Pier decks were heaving with visitors and locals alike.

We as a gang of lads would cycle down and along the Hove Lawns and esplanade to grab a good position on the beach for the long hot day ahead.  The bikes were piled up, the towels were down, the sun was getting hotter and sea beckoned.  It was always best when the tide was out or going out, because we could swim or wade out to the end of the Pier with our feet just being able to touch the sand bed below.  On the turn of the tide, we would catch the waves and body surf back to shore again and again.  Long hot lovely days…

New Years Day a few years back now, I was up early 5.30am, the local radio station news declared that, the West Pier had been Arson attacked and was burning beyond control.  After a quick cup of coffee, “Mac the Jack” was leashed up and we walked the mile or so to the Pier from home in the wind and rain, passing homeward bound party goer’s still drinking and hugging each other exchanging “Happy New Years” with me.  As we approached, It was a sad sight indeed, the Pier’s long cast iron legs held he burning old lady out of the water, so she just slowly burned until all that remained was the metal skeleton that is now a huge tourist attraction

A small party of early risers were watching the Pier burn as I wondered on to the beach with the dog, tears were shed and some were gathering timber embers that had dropped into the sea and washed up the beach from the flaming wreck.  Most people were still in bed or recovering from the night before parties, blissfully unaware that the poor old girl ” The West Pier ” was dying.  What you see in my picture is all that remains now, the rest of the Pier that linked the shore to the remaining  carcass was severally storm damaged and had to be demolished for safety reasons.

I managed to take this shot of the Pier from the eleventh floor at ” Sussex Heights ” overlooking the beach and Pier, whilst working in an apartment.