It’s not exactly memory lane but I walked down this Brighton street the other day and it was certainly full of memories. Bloomsbury Place leads down to the sea from its Kemptown cliff top in East Brighton. This was home for me once and, as they say about old homes, a little bit of me was left behind there.
It was great living with a sea-view and a balcony to step out onto for an extra doze of ozone. I loved seeing the sea everytime I looked out of the window but the place has many other fond memories too. It was here where I finally decided to give up working in the television business and to try and make it as a writer. It is no coincidence that my first novel, published next week, is largely based in Brighton – the town I have known since I was a schoolboy.
The promenade along the top of the cliffs here in Brighton wasn’t just a pretty view from my window…
..it was my playground where I went on daily runs and, even more exciting, perilous adventures on my rollerblades. Talking to people about my book has brought back thoughts of those Brighton days and the sad day that the old house was finally sold.
My novel, Stephen Dearsley’s Summer Of Love, is published on 31 October 2013. It is the story of a young fogey living in Brighton in 1967 who has a lot to learn when the flowering hippie counter culture changes him and the world around him.
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