Beach hut Facebook group

At this year’s Hove Beach Hut Association AGM at the Hove Club, held a few days ago, committee member Cathy Biggs told members that the association would not run or advertise the winter open evening on 13 December because there had not been enough interest. For an event many hutters describe as a Christmas institution, the decision marks a pause in one of Hove’s most visible seafront traditions and throws a spotlight back on the group itself - what it does, how it started, and what worries its members now.

The association grew out of a sharp clash with Brighton & Hove City Council in 2018, when the council proposed a 10 per cent levy on hut sales, replacing a flat £82 charge. With Hove councillor Robert Nemeth acting as figurehead, owners organised, argued that the new ‘tax’ was unfair, and saw the plan dropped in July that year. By May 2019 they had turned that campaign into a permanent body. An AGM at the Gather Inn adopted a constitution, elected Biggs as chair and set early priorities: tackling vandalism and break-ins, lobbying on unsafe cycling on the prom, and dreaming up social events that would show huts as part of the community rather than a private enclave.

Since then the association has become a routine presence in the local affairs. Its representatives appear in West Hove Forum minutes and council reports on coastal defence schemes, licensing and the new King Alfred leisure centre, feeding back hut owners’ views on everything from lifeguard cover to the impact of new groynes and seawall works. Consultation documents on the 2024 beach-hut licence and transfer fee explicitly reference the strength of responses channelled through meetings and AGMs, confirming the association as the default body the council deals with when it wants to know what hutters think.

The public face of all this is the Facebook group, now with roughly 2,600 members. Its ‘about’ line promises ‘a place for interesting stories’ and a meeting point for anyone who cares about Hove’s iconic huts, and the feed bears that out. Owners swap recommendations for carpenters, hut painters and handymen, ask how to repaint roofs or whether to use undercoat, and dissect insurance quotes that have doubled in a year. Posts explain hut pricing in plain language - location, condition, fees already paid and the time of year - and sales come and go between Rockwater and the lagoon, often with dry comments about lampposts, loos and dog beaches. New owners ask how to fit out the tiny interiors; others advise on bolt-cutters for seized locks, or the best way to stop a door swelling tight.

But the same channel carries a steady stream of wider concerns. Hutters share links about major coastal protection and groyne projects, the King Alfred rebuild and its impact on seafront facilities, and a proposed e-scooter trial where councillors reassure them that scooters will be electronically fenced off the prom. Toilets and taps are recurring flashpoints: members complain about seafront loos opening late and closing early in high season, or taps at Rockwater and Hove Lagoon being turned off just as year-round swimmers and hutters most need them. There are posts about suspected break-ins near the lagoon and frustrations over the handover of lifeguard duties to the RNLI. Parking rows surface too, most recently around ice-cream vans driving and stopping immediately in front of huts, with councillors pointing members towards Operation Crackdown for reporting dangerous or antisocial driving.

Running through the group’s history is the winter open evening. As older members explain, it began as a church-run Advent event: one hut opening each night from 1 to 24 December, a charity effort organised by a local vicar. Rising insurance costs ended that format around the time of Covid, and hutters reinvented it as a single night in December when dozens of huts would open together, decorated and lit along the prom. Brighton & Hove News’s report on the 2022 edition described some 60 huts taking part, hundreds of visitors and collections for local and Ukraine-related charities, with association secretary Peter Revell calling it ‘quite a spectacular’. Online Advent-calendar posts of hut photos and Christmas jokes followed in later years, helping to draw in people who did not own huts at all.

Against that backdrop, this November’s AGM decision not to run or promote a 13 December evening this year feels significant. In the Facebook comments beneath Biggs’s announcement, members lament the loss and call it ‘so disappointing’ and ‘a Christmas institution’, while a few, like Sue Storey, immediately pledge to open their own huts anyway and invite neighbours to do the same. The association itself continues to field consultations, circulate petitions about the floral clock or seafront toilets, and coordinate responses to new hut fees and licence conditions. But the fate of the most visible, most joyful expression of Hove’s hut culture now depends on whether enough owners choose to go it alone on a dark December night, without the familiar banner of the association above the event’s name.

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Darker side of the beach

Yesterday, a brief hearing at Brighton Crown Court set a trial date for the criminal case concerning the alleged rape on Brighton Beach at about five in the morning on 4 October 2025. Three men, each charged with two counts of rape, appeared before the court (Brighton and Hove News). However, one of the defendants, a 25-year-old Iranian man, required a Kurdish interpreter, but only an Arabic interpreter was present, forcing the court to adjourn the formal arraignment. The other two defendants, both Egyptian nationals aged 20 and 25, waited in the dock as the judge worked through the scheduling problems that have delayed the case since October.

The alleged offence took place on the lower esplanade, a stretch of seafront below the main promenade and between the piers - an area of the beach that can remain busy even through the small hours. The investigation has been running under the Sussex Police codename Operation Brampton. The woman, aged 33, reported that she did not know the men. Officers made arrests quickly, and since mid-October all three defendants have been held in custody while interpreters, legal representation and immigration-status documents have been assembled for the Crown.

Det Supt Andrew Harbour was quoted in The Guardian and the BBC on 6 October: ‘This has been a fast-paced investigation with all three suspects having been identified thorough investigative work. I commend the bravery of the victim who we continue to support with specialist officers.’

At yesterday’s hearing, the court confirmed that the full trial will begin on Monday 16 March 2026 and is expected to last around three weeks. Until then the defendants will remain on remand. The judge repeated that the timetable would not be pushed back again, noting the need to avoid further delay for both the complainant and the defendants. With the administrative obstacles now cleared, the next significant moment in the case will come in the spring, when the jury is sworn and the evidence is heard for the first time.

Although hard numbers are obscured by under-reporting and shifting terminology in press archives, Brighton has seen a small but consistent pattern of rape cases reported specifically on the beach itself across the last half-dozen years. According to ChatGPT, police statements and the publicly visible press record suggest roughly a dozen distinct investigations since 2019, many centred on the two-pier corridor and the lower esplanade. It is worth noting, however, that the media footprint is significantly larger, because each incident generates multiple appeals, hearings and follow-ups, producing dozens of articles and giving the impression of a wider surge than the underlying case numbers alone might indicate.

Kitchener brings Tokyo to Hove

Earlier this year, a new slice of neon night appeared beside Hove Lagoon. On the seaward wall of Fatboy Slim’s Big Beach Cafe, London street artist Dan Kitchener has painted a vast rainy city scene, all umbrellas and headlights and reflections, so bright it seems to glow even on a flat grey Brighton afternoon. Walkers heading along the promenade towards the beach now pass what looks like a Tokyo crossroads in a storm, spread from pavement level almost to the eaves of the cafe building.

Kitchener’s mural shows a taxi edging through a crowded junction while pedestrians hurry across under clear plastic umbrellas. The buildings loom steeply upwards in forced perspective, their windows and signs rendered as streaks of cyan, magenta, yellow and white. The wet road is the real subject: a mirror of smeared colour where the city lights dissolve into the puddles. Up close you can see the quick, confident spray lines and splatters that create the sense of motion and rain. From a distance, the scene snaps into focus as a cinematic still, like a frame from a late night travel sequence.

The mural was commissioned and paid for by Norman Cook, Fatboy Slim, and donated to the city as a public artwork on his cafe. The Big Beach Cafe’s social media thanked him for having ‘commissioned and very generously donated this incredible piece by Dan Kitchener to the people of Brighton and Hove’, and Kitchener himself posted that he was ‘honoured to have a super colourful mural now permanently on show at the cafe’. The Argus covered the work, in late May and quoted Cook: ‘I persuaded Kitchener who was attending an event at the cafe] to stick around for a couple of days and paint a mural for us on the pristine wall of the newly refurbished toilets. Thanks to everyone who came and watched the painting of the piece, the council for giving us permission for public art, and most of all, the supremely talented Dan Kitchener for gracing our wall with his work. I think you will agree it beautifies the place.” ‘

Dan Kitchener, who signs his work ‘DANK’, was born in 1974 and grew up in Essex. He describes himself as an urban artist working mainly across London and the southeast, and has developed an instantly recognisable style of neon-lit, rain-soaked cityscapes, often based on late-night Tokyo streets. He works freehand, without projectors or stencils, building up layers of spray paint and acrylic to create the blur of headlights, reflections and crowds in motion. His murals now appear on walls in cities from Belfast and Brick Lane to Houston, Miami and Vaasa in Finland, usually at a scale that can dominate an entire building.

See also HOVE LAGOON in murals.

I thought I saw a figure

The sea had risen without warning, a white delirium of spray and roar. It came not in waves but in convulsions, as if the element itself were sick of containment and meant to unmake its boundaries. The wind pressed the foam flat, then tore it upward again, shredding it into a kind of blizzard. Somewhere in that confusion I thought I saw a figure.

It was no more than a dark suggestion in the cataract, a shifting form that seemed to heave forward and be dragged back in the same instant. Each time the sea struck, the human form appeared to resist; each time it fell away, the shape dissolved into whiteness. I could not be certain there was anyone there at all. Still, the mind insists on pattern - a head, an arm flung upward, a body twisted in the labour of survival.

I stood on the shingle, trying to avoid being overbalanced by the force of the waves, salt burning my lips, waiting for the form to resolve itself into fact. But the sea gave me nothing. The longer I watched, the more it seemed the apparition was not in the surf but in myself - a man conjured by exhaustion, guilt, memory. The old fear that the world was alive and would not have him.

When at last the tide receded, it left the beach furrowed and gleaming, the foam thinning into nothing. The figure was gone, if it had ever been. Yet I knew that part of me had been smashed out by the sea, had been taken - like a drowned man never found - the part of me that still believed there might be meaning in the tumult, a face in the water, a will behind the wave.

(After William Golding.)

The Town Beehive

Fifty years ago, in 1975, a modest paperback appeared under the imprint of QueenSpark Books - a fledgling community press run from Brighton’s Queen’s Park. Its title, The Town Beehive: A Young Girl’s Lot in Brighton 1910-1934, announced its subject with quiet pride. The author, Daisy Noakes, had been born in Princes Road in 1910 and lived almost her entire life within walking distance of the seafront whose hum and hustle she immortalised.

QueenSpark’s founders had set out to publish the voices of working people, and Noakes was among their first and most enduring discoveries. She wrote with humour, precision and memory unclouded by nostalgia. Her words carried the weight of a life lived in modest rooms, in domestic service, and later among the deckchairs and boarding houses of interwar Brighton.

 The Town Beehive was followed by two further volumes, The Faded Rainbow and Street Noises, as well as radio and television appearances. She became a familiar presence on BBC Southern Counties Radio, interviewing fishermen and stallholders with the same unvarnished curiosity that animated her writing. Later she appeared in the BBC’s Out of the Doll’s House, a landmark account of women’s history, and was honoured by Sussex University for her contribution to local culture.

Noakes’s style was direct and her recall extraordinary. The sea, for Daisy, was both backdrop and lifeblood - the edge of the world against which Brighton’s fortunes rose and fell. She remembered the beach not as a picturesque resort but as a working stage, crowded with buskers, vendors, families, and barefoot children chasing coins through the shingle. Few writers of her generation - and certainly none from her background - recorded the soundscape of the town so closely, from pier bands and concert parties to the black minstrel troupes who sang at low tide.

What gives The Town Beehive its lasting warmth is Noakes’s unpretentious humanity. Her Brighton is not the Brighton of postcards or pleasure palaces, but of aching legs, shared cups of tea, and the kindness of sisters. It is a Brighton of ordinary lives, played out within sight and sound of the surf. More about Noakes can be read at My Brighton and Hove and Writing Lives.

The Town Beehive is free to read online at the Queenspark website. Here are two extracts/

‘One of the times we were all together was Armistice Day of the First World War. With young George in the pram, we all walked to Brighton Sea Front and along to the West Pier. Everyone seemed to be singing and dancing, and I remember soldiers and sailors in uniform, the worse for drink, staggering around. We then walked back through the town to New England Hill, and all went in a cafe, where Dad bought a large jug of tea and one cup which we took turns in drinking out of. I still remember to this day how my legs ached with walking, and longed to have a ride in the pram if only someone would carry George, but no, it did not happen.’ (The image below is an illustration by ChatGPT.)

‘The seafront had plenty of attractions. There were bands that played on the Pier, two concert Parties, the one near Black Rock was called Jack Shepherd’s Entertainers, the one near the West Pier was Ellson’s Entertainers.

At this one, talent contests were held on Saturday afternoons, but one was only eligible to compete if one had a paid seat. The cheapest was 6d. I had earned 5d. that morning, and after a lot of persuasion my sister Emily gave me the other 1d. if I would sing her favourite song at that moment: “God send you back to me”. She had been friendly with a South African wounded soldier, and he had gone home. So we walked there and back but happy because I won a Teddy Bear for first prize.

Black minstrels played their banjos at low tide on the sands, and would get the children to join in the choruses, I remember “Oh Moana” and the actions. People on the Pier would throw pennies down to the sands, and the boys would scramble for them. All sorts of vendors were on the beach with newspapers, Brighton Rock and the Whelk Stalls where one could buy a small plate of whelks, cockles, mussels or winkles, and one could leave the plate on the beach to be collected.’

Raging with the greatest violence

‘A severe hurricane and occurring at the spring tide, the low tracts along the coast were inundated and considerable damage occasioned thereby. I drove to Brighton and arrived there between one and two, at the time the sea was raging with the greatest violence, the surf dashed over the pier and occasionally hid it from our view.’ This is from the remarkable diary of Gideon Algernon Mantell - doctor, geologist, and fossil collector - who died this day in 1852. Born in Lewes, he moved to Brighton where he lived in a house on Old Steine becoming something of a celebrity palaeontologist.

Mantell was born in Lewes in 1790, the son of a shoemaker. Apprenticed as a teenager to a local surgeon, he later trained at St Bartholomew’s in London before returning to Sussex to practice. His first fame came not from medicine but from geology: he was the discoverer of the Iguanodon, among the earliest of the creatures that would come to be called dinosaurs. His book The Fossils of the South Downs (1822) made his name, and within a decade he had identified a second great reptile. Yet his ambition remained medical: he longed to establish a prosperous practice among the aristocracy drawn to Brighton by the Pavilion court of George IV and William IV.

In 1833 he finally moved his family to 20 The Steyne, at the heart of fashionable Brighton. To his frustration, he became less a physician than a celebrity geologist. Visitors besieged his home, eager to see his fossils. In 1838, the collection was purchased by the British Museum. That same year he bought a practice in Clapham Common, which soon became a success and allowed him frequent trips to London to attend institutional meetings. He moved again in 1844 to Pimlico, where he remained until his death on 10 November 1852. Further biographical information is available from Wikipedia and Dinohunters.

A lifetime of diaries kept by Mantell were edited in 1940 by E. Cecil Curwen, whose father had lived in Hove. Extracts were first published that year in Sussex County Magazine under the title The Diaries of Gideon Mantell, F.R.S., based on Curwen’s fuller transcription now held at Barbican House, Lewes. Many of Mantell’s original notebooks and letters, however, were taken to New Zealand by his son Walter Baldock Durrant Mantell and are preserved today in the Alexander Turnbull Library and at Te Papa Tongarewa. 

Later editions have sought to complete Curwen’s partial selection: John A. Cooper’s The Unpublished Journal of Gideon Algernon Mantell, 1819–1852 (2010) makes available the sections omitted from Curwen’s edition and is freely accessible online, while  another volume covering June-November 1852 was separately published by R. Dell in 1983. It is Curwen’s typescript, together with these supplements, that remains the principal record of Mantell’s day-to-day observations of life in Brighton and Lewes. They reveal a man of abundant restless energy, fired with an ambition to become immortal in the realms of science, but also one who sought solace in the sea air and who described with striking immediacy the changing moods of Brighton’s coast.

Here are several diary extracts about Brighton Beach contained in Curwen’s original The Diaries of Gideon Mantell.

16 August 1823

‘Drove to Brighton; the sea very rough and magnificent. I walked along to the beach and seated myself on a rock, viewing with delight the tempestuous foaming of the billows around me: the hull of a vessel wrecked the preceding night was lying near me, and was hurled to and fro by the impetuosity of the waves. The foam from the surges dashing through the piles of the pier was fine and imposing.’

23 November 1824

‘A severe hurricane and occurring at the spring tide, the low tracts along the coast were inundated and considerable damage occasioned thereby. I drove to Brighton and arrived there between one and two, at the time the sea was raging with the greatest violence, the surf dashed over the pier and occasionally hid it from our view. So soon as the water was retired so as to allow of walking on the esplanade, we went to the Pier, which was much damaged by the waves; the railing in many places washed away, and the platform destroyed, so as to render access to the Pier-head difficult and dangerous: however we ventured to the farthest end although every now and then a sea dashed over us, and completely drenched us, but the awful grandeur of the scene more than compensated for the inconvenience of our situation.’

29 October 1836

‘A dreadful hurricane from the SSW at about eleven AM it was terrific - houses unroofed - trees torn up by the roots: chimney-pots and chimneys blown in every direction - sea mountains high. Went to the Pier, and was present when violent oscillations began to be produced by the hurricane: the whole lines of platforms and chains were thrown into undulations, and the suspension bridges appeared like an enormous serpent writing in agony - at length one of the bridges gave way, and planks, beams, iron rods - all were hurled instantaneously into the boiling surge! The tension of the bridge being thus set at liberty, the remaining bridges gradually became motionless; the damage done to this beautiful structure cannot be much less than £1,000. Some persons were killed by the falling of chimneys and lead blown off the houses.’

See also Brighton’s oldest pier.

Prof. Powsey’s West Pier feats

At the height of the Edwardian seaside boom, few spectacles drew a crowd like the high dives of ‘Professor’ Powsey. From a spindly wooden tower on Brighton’s West Pier he hurled himself into the Channel from 80 feet up, sometimes head first, sometimes astride a bicycle. His name appeared on countless postcards, his performances billed as ‘Professor Powsey’s Sensational High Dive of 81 feet’ or ‘The Great Cycle Dive’.

The most widespread image of his act shows him riding off a platform above the West Pier, still in the saddle. But other, less common photographs do still exist - such as the two on the left above that passed through Toovey’s auctioneers at one time or another.

Powsey’s Brighton Beach performances took place around 1905-08, part of a circuit of seaside stunts that included Margate, Blackpool and Scarborough. Yet Brighton became his signature setting. On clear afternoons he climbed the narrow frame above the pier, waved to the crowd, and dropped into a small patch of sea fenced off by boats. These were feats as much of nerve as of balance, undertaken in unpredictable tides and wind.

The diving tradition continued with his daughter, Miss G. Powsey, who performed on the same pier a few years later. A postcard from the Royal Pavilion & Museums collection shows her captured in mid-dive before the domed concert hall, continuing the family’s blend of danger and elegance that had thrilled the seaside crowds. See also Powsey Family History.

Picture credits: Top left - Toovey’s; top right - Wikipedia; bottom left - Toovey’s; bottom right - Royal Pavilion & Museums, Brighton & Hove.