The story so far: Aged ten and a half, in the first days of January 1953, leaving my mother and siblings behind in South Africa, I arrived in England to live with a father I barely remembered, and go to an English boarding school. The first weeks at school were harrowing (see instalment IX ), now I’m back in Brighton with my father for the half-term break –
The half-term was all about houses. In the Spring of 1953 a building spurt was underway. My father, with his business partners and others, were developing all over Brighton, Hove and the surrounds. My father was on a mission: to get people out of the slums and into houses with inside toilets, with gardens for children to play instead of in the street; let there be an end to mouldy, damp, cramped unsavoury conditions.........
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