You may have read my article about Seven Dials in the last edition, and now I write about Brighton station: our hub of survival; a lifeline for our commute; and a place that reminds us of home as we return from the Big Smoke.
The wizard of Seven Dials has returned, this time to lay a tree-lined double pavement in Surrey Street leading to the station. The crew arrived to build it, and did a near perfect job, I must say. Polite and fun, I almost miss them. Now for the detail: the kerb is too high for a car to stop with two wheels on it, and since there is now only one lane because of the double pavement, you can’t stop to deliver shopping or drop off children and dogs, or wait to pick up a loved one from the train. Any single car that tries to stop now blocks one of only two roads that lead to Brighton mainline station front entrance. At least there isn’t a bus stop at the end as there is at Seven Dials. Oops! Oh no! Wait, there is.
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