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The Whistler – December 2020

It’s officially winter. The nights have closed in, the straw hat is back in it box and coats are the season’s must-have accessory. Still, we’re out of lockdown and we’re allowed out. Remember that? Out? And if we’ve got to have a substantial meal, well that’s OK too. Lockdown’s had its moments. We’ve met people, well we’ve seen people on small screens, and as long as the West Hill quiz keeps going, so will we (even though we were robbed at the last quiz, positively robbed. Who knew what a Star bar looked like?). 

But remember, if things are hard, if you have trouble getting out and about, Lovely Vinod at Bright News is doing deliveries and helping those who need it. It’s what community’s for. 

Finally, a quick word about us going all 21st century – the website’s got a new look, there’s a new Instagram (@westhillwhistler) and Twitter (@WestHillWhistle) and a re-vamped Facbook page. You can probably guess what that’s called. It’s all very exciting.

And, as always, if you’ve got something to say, drop us a line. Join in. Life’s better that way. 

Merry Xmas / New Year. See you on the other side.

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View From The Hill… Nicholas Lezard

When I first came to live permanently in Brighton, I found that my flat was at the highest point on Dyke Road; at the very crest of West Hill. I am in two minds about hills. On the one hand, they can be very scenic in the views they can offer. On the other hand, they are hills, and I am not only unfit but asthmatic, and the incline from the station to the summit of Dyke Road, up Guildford Street would become ever more forbidding each time I had to climb it.

Once I even took a taxi, but I felt too ashamed afterwards to do it again. Well, once again, maybe. The surprising thing is that it took me so long to pop into, at what might be called Base Camp to the Everest that is Guildford Street/Albert Road, the Battle of Trafalgar. 

It was, I felt, a little too close to the station, and extensive research into pubs has taught me that the closer to the railway station a pub is, the more likely it will be to have a reputation for unsavouriness. The people who go to a station pub will be transients: popping in for one last one before their train and caring little for the character of the place. All their trade is passing trade. How silly I was. 

Brighton, I have known for more than half a lifetime, is a place blessed with many pubs, and the more pubs there are the more they are going to have to be good. And so when I finally pushed open the door to the Battle, parched and wheezing from the (checks Google Maps) 177-foot walk from the station, unaided by sherpas, I found that I had discovered one of the nicest pubs I had ever been in. It was unspoiled; it was slightly quirky, architecturally speaking; tastefully decorated (someone there likes both JMW Turner and cricket); and, I discovered, it is one of those places where the fans of the Seagulls and whoever they’ve been playing can drink together without even the hint of anything bad about to kick off. It’s a rare pub that can pull that off: I suspect this has something to do with the mood the Battle generates: benign, and welcoming. The Battle is not a place where battles happen. The beer garden, in summer, is a joy. 

There was some panic last year when rumour had it that it was going to be turned into a sports bar: multi-screen TV, stripped to increase turnover, and lord knows what else; a campaign from regulars seems to have prevented this. When you can again, go in, as a pause during your walk up the hill, and see if you can keep it going for longer than that.

Helping out to eat in

The mark of community is in its willingness to look after everyone. By Dominic Smith

Nine months since ‘Lockdown 1.0’ began, an army of local volunteers remain essential in ensuring some of our most vulnerable remain fed.

The Garden Café, in St Ann’s Well Garden, has been the hub for producing breakfast and lunch food packs for rough sleepers within the city. The café, run by business partners Juliette Bidwell and Natalie Hall, responded to a call from volunteer Gary Morrill to feed those that were relocated to the city’s hotels during the pandemic.

Brown paper bags cover the tables with mountains of ingredients surrounding them – the place resembling a supermarket stock room, rather than a café you’d relax with a coffee and scone. 

How did the café get involved in the project? “Gary Morrill has been coordinating with the council through SWEP (Severe Weather Emergency Procedure). In March he called and asked if we could provide lunch packs. I think this has been an opportunity for the council to reach people that couldn’t have been reached before. Because they are rough sleeping it’s not always possible to help them get in to accommodation.”

As well as council funding, the operation benefits from FareShare, a charity network helping to bring in additional donations from local supermarkets. Local businesses have also provided what they can. “Gary’s the person very much responsible, and has enabled this whole project to go ahead. His belief is that no matter who you are you should be eating good quality food” 

The team have bought in to his ethos – sandwiches prepared for the packs are the same that would be on the café menu. “It’s been a great project to be involved in – I’ve really enjoyed doing it. Without the volunteers we wouldn’t have been able to do it!”

Producing 1400 food packs a week is no small feat, this is a seven-day per week operation. “The biggest challenge at the beginning was making sure everyone was able to work safely while delivering the service. But, you realise how many great people there are out there that wanted to come and help,” said Juliette. “So it’s not been a massive challenge to be honest, it’s felt very and fluid and easy.  “… maybe getting up at 6.30 every morning isn’t ideal.”

Juliette’s positivity is echoed throughout the team; there’s a buzz around the building and a positive atmosphere, as everyone mucks in together – “get your pics now, these bags will be gone soon.” a volunteer joked.

The work doesn’t stop once all the packs have left the café. They work with other food organisations such as East Brighton Food Co-operative and Holland Road Baptist Church to ensure no excess products go to waste. Additionally, the café remains open for takeaways, provides evening meals for those housed at YHA, and contributed 40 food packs for children during half term – “It’s just generally a situation of people helping one another out.” 

For those wondering if they’ll ever see the Garden Café in its familiar state again, the plan is to return to a fully functioning café, though Juliette insisted “I would still really like to continue to be involved in an aspect of helping to feed rough sleepers.”

Our green and Peasant land

How do you shop? Stand in a queue outside a supermarket? Or hang out in the park? Gilly Smith knows

It’s 7.45 on a Friday morning in St Ann’s Wells Gardens and the dog walkers are trading dramas and training tips as the late November wind begins to nip. No-one pays much attention to Barnaby and Manon, heavy-booted and finger-gloved up as they haul their produce from an old horse box turned mobile farm shop onto trestle tables. By 9am a chatty queue has formed as locals flock to stock up on Sussex’s best meat, cheese, fish, dairy and fruit and vegetable from The Sussex Peasant. 

It’s the brainchild of 32-year-old Ed Johnstone, a former recruitment consultant from London whose foodie lightbulb began to flash on a rugby tour to Argentina. “I realised that they had a much greater connection with their food system there” he said. “I felt there was a huge opportunity coming back to England a year later to try to establish that here.’” 

And he did. The trademark trucks have now become a fleet, selling produce across the city every weekend from a handpicked selection of local farms and growers who are the stars of this show. “Toos Jeuken from Laines Organic Growers is a Dutch lady in her fifties who has done this her whole life” said Ed. “It’s not a trend for her. She’s up at four o’clock every morning, and has a real interest in making a difference in how people choose to buy produce.” There are stories behind all the stalls. “Jayne and Michael at Jacobs Ladder” added Ed. “They grow native breed beef and sheep and are all about the whole outdoors. They’re 100% pasture-fed.”

Is it much more expensive? Not if you follow the #lessbutbetter ethos; an occasional 2kg organic chicken may be £15, but a £5 BOGOF (buy one get one free) factory-farmed supermarket bird will very likely have broken its own legs by the sheer weight of its fast-grown, hormone-fed body by the time it’s ‘dispatched’. 

The cost of cheap food has a heavy carbon footprint compared to the light touch of Ed’s pick of producers and he pays it forward. “Every time a customer comes in, they’re investing in this network and their livelihoods. And the fact that every 70p of every pound goes directly to the person who’s grown it is a massive difference compared to how other farmers are getting paid.” 

Karma provides. “Lockdown has been a bit of a gift”, said Ed. “People’s buying habits were changing anyway, but with Lockdown, they’ve been forced to look at how they shop.” So there’s the choice. Queue up outside a supermarket, silently masked up and distanced? Or stand in the park – St Ann’s Wells Gardens on a Friday, Hove Park on a Saturday or outside The Chimney House on a Sunday, chatting about produce with Barnaby who makes their sauerkraut or Manon, a graduate in Sustainable Development and herself a grower? I know where I’d rather shop. 

Christmas is coming and the geese, turkeys, beef, vegetables and cheese boards are all ready to order from the website. You can even get your Christmas tree from the trucks. What about the hungry gap, the bleak end of winter when very little grows? “That is a challenge,” he admits. “But we always have plenty of kale, potatoes, carrots and leaks that run through the season. It’s a smaller offer from the land so it’s about getting more creative in how we cook it. And when March comes again, it’s like we got through the winter and here comes the light.”

Gull About Town

Our new regular feature looking into what’s new in food and drink

SWOOPING INTO Jubilee Square, the Gull has sniffed the air and discovered a little Singapore-style hawker experience at the back of The Chilli Pickle. Those clever Sperrings, Alun and Dawn who brought their off-road family adventures in India to Brighton 11 years ago, have always loved a shrimp krupuk with plum sauce and black pepper lamb ribs and trialled Hawkerman as a pop-up to make the most of their space in the restaurant. And they’ve done it well; West Hillers will remember their Chilli Pickle pop up at the Polygon on Seven Dials in 2017. And despite an October launch ahead of an inevitable lockdown, this little toe dip in the rough waters of hospitality has gone down swimmingly with the local as Brighton’s spice lovers took advantage of the double take-away option from Jubilee Square’s Asian one-stop shop. 

THE GULL LOVES nothing better than rummaging around in the bins of West Hill on a Friday night and has been tucking into some rather exotic flavours from the newly arrived Dishoom, the Irani-Bombay experience so beloved by our London cousins. It’s only available via Deliveroo so far, but the menu is as top notch and includes plenty for vegans and vegetarians such as the Pau Bhaji, much-loved Mattar Paneer, Jackfruit Biryani, samosas and bowls of chole. It even delivers drinks – Bombay sodas, Limca and Thums Up alongside Dishoom’s Mango Lassi.  And the Gull is happy to report all the packaging is made from reclaimed and renewable sugar cane pulp packaging and carbon-neutral PLA (a smart compostable bioplastic made from plants), are recyclable once rinsed or compostable. And each take away is matched with the donation of a meal through Akshaya Patra, a charity in India which offers free school meals to hungry children. 

https://delivery.dishoom.com.

RIDING THE THERMALS towards Shoreham Port, the Gull has got wind of a new kitchen opening next summer. The Port Kitchen will be next to the lock gates at the award-winning Lady Bee Enterprise Centre and plans to serve visitors as they pass through the locks, as well as the Port’s thriving business community and tourists visiting the area. It seems that the council has a plan to make this hitherto industrial space into an iconic food destination with proper coffee, fresh food and, take it from a bird, unparalleled views across the harbour. 

Books, music… baby clothes?

Everyone loves libraries. Why not extend the idea? Lucas Castellano finds out

Every parent knows the story. No sooner have you stocked up on your baby or toddler’s new wardrobe than little Johnny has already outgrown the lot.  You’re looking at your bank account and scratching your head while the kids’ clothes manufacturers are gleefully ringing up the tills. It’s the price you pay as a parent, but the cost to the earth isn’t funny.

“I was making organic baby and kids clothes for my company SuperNatural Collections but I got to thinking that the world really does not need me to produce any more baby clothes whether they are organic or not”, said Jenny Barrett, the founder of SuperLooper. “There are 183 million items of unused baby clothing stored in UK homes.” 

Jenny is on a mission to make a difference and created SuperLooper, an online baby clothing library of pre-loved clothes for babies 0-2 years to offer parents a waste-free-wardrobe for as long as they need. ‘And when your child has outgrown them, you just send them back to be loved & looped again’. 

When it comes to sustainable fashion, baby clothing is often forgotten. Of the estimated £140 million worth (around 350,000 tonnes) of used clothing which goes to landfill in the UK every year, baby clothes account for huge portion simply because of how fast they grow. After spending much of her life in the fashion industry Jenny realised things didn’t have to be that way. SuperLooper, a subscription service of around £20 a month enables parents to avoid buying new clothes altogether and to clear out all their outgrown items to share with other families. “You can choose as many clothes as you like.”

The circular economy is an alternative to the traditional way where we make, use and dispose of items, ensuring that the life of a product doesn’t end when it is no longer used. It is re-used, remade and eventually recycled into another product. SuperLooper makes sure that great clothes will be at least be kept in circulation for as long as possible.

So far, the clothes library has over 1600 items to choose from and will have lots more by Christmas “It’s a huge job, ironing labels on, taking photographs then uploading them. It’s all a bit overwhelming but I’m very determined!” 

We know we can do things to help our planet but it’s that further step to make the change which seems to stop most people from actually doing anything. “Just keep on it and don’t worry that it’s a tiny thing because we all know tiny things eventually, become big things. We can all make the difference. We just have to believe.” 

If you would like to join the 

community check them out 

on Facebook @SuperLooper or sign up at www.superlooperlife.com

#Whyownwhenyoucanrent

#ownyourfuturenotyourclothes

Bringing The Light In Lockdown

By Benita Matofska

Chanukkah 2020: like other religious holidays, the Jewish Festival of Lights just won’t be the same this year. Thanks to the constraints of Covid, the annual eight-day festivity starting on December 10th will have to celebrate freedom from oppression in a more restrained way. The story of Chanukkah dates back to 167 BCE, when the Jews of Judea rose up against the oppressive anti-Semitic regime of Emperor, King Antiochus IV. The rebels led by Judah the Maccabee and his followers, recaptured the vandalised Temple in Jerusalem, cleansed it and re-lit the M’norah, the eight-arm candelabra. My favoured part of this story as a child, was that amidst the destruction, the Maccabees found a one-day supply of  Temple oil which went on to burn for eight days. Known as the ‘miracle of Chanukkah’, this is a story of hope, a journey from oppression to freedom. In 2020, the word ‘freedom’ has taken on a new meaning. With lockdowns and restrictions in place, the social activities and community gatherings we usually take for granted have disappeared, replaced instead with Zoom calls and socially distant walks in the park or along the seafront.

Chanukkah has long been one of my favourite festivals. Each year, ten or more families descend on our house bringing their M’norahs to light. My daughter Maia and I make latkes and donuts (foods fried in oil) and we celebrate together as a community. Chanukkah isn’t about mass consumption, we do give small gifts and play ‘dreidl’ a spinning top game where you can ‘win’ chocolate coins, but it’s more about bringing light and hope, appreciating what we have and remembering that together we can overcome oppression. In a year that has seen Black Lives Matter protests and an increasing awareness that we need to come together to challenge racism, prejudice and tackle the pressing climate crisis, the Chanukkah message couldn’t be more apt.

Amidst the pandemic, 2020 has shown us how economic, political and mass social action can have an impact. Cleaner global air, a lowering of emissions, reduced disturbance of wildlife, all demonstrate what can happen when we change our behaviour; bringing hope to the notion that by taking action for the planet, we can positively impact the threat of climate change. As a council member of the Brighton and Hove Progressive Synagogue, I steer our work on the environment. Recently, we have joined the Eco Synagogue movement, in our quest to bring together a caring, sharing community to help protect and preserve the planet. On December 9th, the night before Chanukkah, I’ll be co-hosting our first Eco Synagogue online event, along with Claire Bessel. The Great Green Skills Share will take place on Zoom from 7-8.30pm and will provide a chance to share sustainability skills, hear from speakers in the community and map the green talents on our doorstep.

Channukah is about bringing the hope, to play our part in creating a better future for us all. Let’s take the opportunity to bring some light in lockdown. This year, we all need some of that.

Benita Matofska is a speaker, changemaker and author ofGeneration Share, a book showcasing inspiring stories of changemakers building a more caring, sharing society.  You can find out more about Eco Synagogue or sign up for The Great Green Skills Share on Eventbrite or email benita@thepeoplewhoshare.com

Jim Gowans’ West Hill Watch

So-called “bike-hangars” (corrugated metal sheds for the on-street storage of bikes) might soon be introduced to streets in the conservation area and throughout Brighton and Hove. If councillors on the Environment Transport and Sustainability have their way, these sheds will soon be adding to the unsightly clutter which already disfigures many areas of the City.

It is inevitable that these “hangars” will be as poorly maintained as the existing the on-street waste bins and will represent an additional target for unsightly tagging and graffiti. Councillors seem oblivious to guidance from the Department of Transport’s “Manual for Streets” which recommends the use of the “Sheffield stand” rather than a bike shed for the secure storage of bikes in the public realm. The stand, which is firmly bedded into the ground, consists of a thick steel tube bent into the shape of a square or round arch which allows the frame and both wheels to be simultaneously locked to it.

The stands are already in use at the Seven Dials roundabout where the stands’ stainless-steel finish can even be said to create an attractive feature. While the Sheffield stands are free to use there would be a charge for using the “bike hangars” and as is stated in the rental contract “Insurance is not included. You park you bike entirely at your own risk”. Whilst the security of “bike hangars” is not guaranteed, the impracticality of them certainly is, as each hangar would only accommodate six bikes and might be some distance from the user’s home.

Sheffield stands could secure twice as many bikes in the same space or could be placed at convenient intervals on each road. The  petition which encouraged the councillors to take this idea further was poorly supported, so it is hard to understand why councillors did not see that bike-bins are a bonkers idea.

The great Eddie Thompson

Peter Batten pays tribute to one of the great British jazz pianists

One wet Friday evening in November 1961 I was about to leave my place of work, the Stevenage College of Further Education. As I came to the main entrance I met a bachelor colleague. Like me he was new to the College; we had both arrived in September.

“What are you doing this evening?” he asked. I explained that I was going to a jazz club run by one of my new neighbours. 

“May I join you?” he asked.

Later that evening he gave me a lift and we arrived at the club just as Eddie Thompson was about to play. His dog was already settled comfortably under the grand piano.

Eddie [1925-86] had long been recognised as one of our finest jazz pianists. Born blind, he attended the same school as the great George Shearing. Like some other people with his disability, he turned to piano tuning as his trade. However his talent for jazz soon began to shine through. He performed  solo and with bands in a variety of styles. That evening, although I had heard several of his recordings, I was to hear him in person for the first time. I fell in love with his playing. What I did not know was that his dog was about to retire. A few months later Eddie took a very brave decision to try his luck in the clubs of New York.

He was away for ten years. Although he won great respect in New York, he knew that the experience would enhance his ability to make a living in London. By the time he returned I was working at a new college in South London. He often appeared nearby at a pub called the Leather Bottle in Merton. One of my friends played bass with Eddie at his regular gig at the Playboy Club as well at Merton so I was introduced. At that time I was very fond of a great song by Tadd Dameron called “If You Could See Me Now.” Eddie played it superbly, so it became a regular request from me.

Then I decided to give myself a special treat. The music studio at the Sutton College was equipped with a small Bosendorfer grand piano, one of the world’s finest pianos. I arranged for Eddie to give a solo performance for an audience of about 50 people. He loved the piano. The result was an evening of outstanding jazz. I never heard him play better. And there was a bonus. Eddie had a very sharp wit and a stock of jokes, most of them unsuited for polite company. It was an “Evening with Eddie Thompson” to remember.

As we entered the 1980s he was playing better than ever. Sadly his years were limited. He was diagnosed with emphysema. Within 18 months he declined rapidly, was housebound, confined to bed and died, aged 61. He had been a very heavy smoker.     ]

If you want to know what a great player he was, call up some of his recordings on Youtube. I would particularly recommend “One Morning in May” by his trio with the great Martin Drew on drums.

At 87 years of age I have been shielding at home during Lockdown. That is my excuse for leading you back through my memories of a lovely, gifted man. One special evening comes to mind. It was August and very hot. I went to the Bull’s Head at Barnes, a famous jazz venue, to hear the great American saxophonist Johnny Griffin. To my delight Eddie was at the piano, with Martin Drew on drums. The music was fantastic, the room was packed, the sweat was pouring off us and even seemed to be running down the walls. Through it all I could see Eddie, exactly opposite me at the grand piano, a broad grin on his face, enjoying the chance to accompany such a great musician.

A final story. One of Eddie’s friends had given him a lift home from a gig. Eddie invited him to come in for a coffee. The curtains were drawn, the house was in total darkness and the friend began to collide with the furniture. “Sorry” said Eddie, “I’ll put the light on. I’d forgotten you could see”.

The smallest art gallery in the world… probably

What do you do with disused phone boxes? Lucas Castellano puts 10p in the slot and gives Sam Toft a call…

If you’ve ever wandered around the streets of Seven Dials to Powis Square you might have come across the rare sight of two telephone boxes side by side. Well, that’s the Dog and Bone Gallery.

After walking past them on her way to the Little Mustard Shop round the corner on Clifton Hill, artist Sam Toft took a closer look one day and found a card which said, “If you want to buy this phone box, phone this number.” Sam, who’s known around the world for her warm, delightful Mr Mustard artwork, got in touch and leased them for a couple years. She set to work restoring, decorating and generally “injecting some more Mr Mustard magic.” 

The magic was in Sam’s vision. Most of us would see an old phone box and ruefully smile, maybe absent mindedly fingering the new shiny iPhone in their pocket. Sam thought something else. Sam, pictured right, in mustard (obviously), thought “art gallery”.      

Sam, who’d previously set up the Little Mustard Shop for her own work and paraphernalia from the world she’d created for Mr Mustard, conceived of the Dog & Bone as a showcase for young up-and-coming artists. When the boxes came up for sale a few months later Sam “couldn’t bear the idea of someone else having them” so she took the plunge. “So glad I did,” she said.

This tiny gallery is now a gift to the community. “The presence of community art in a safely accessible space is more important than ever.

“Art is the universal language and I believe it is essential for maintaining good mental health, especially during uncertain times. Making art in all forms has always been vital for human well-being and the appreciation of art can enrich and intensify our life experience,” said the artist.

From a giant six-foot bunny rabbit making a phone call to a dog in the next booth to a flying Lancashire cheese and onion pie, the gallery never fails to excite.

Who would have thought of buying two square meters and turning them into an art gallery?

“My intention was to try to make a difference. To make them an asset to the square and an asset to Brighton.” said Sam. “Dog & Bone Gallery brings a dose of eclectic art to street level and provides a free exhibition space for both established and emerging artists.

“We’ve brought art to the heart of the community and it’s a lovely thing.” These unique phone boxes, which were looking so sad and run-down not so long ago, have not only spiced up the square, but have given the community a unique landmark which people from across the world would love to have around the corner. 

“I firmly wear rose-tinted spectacles and don’t plan on giving them up anytime soon.”