Memories of Rottingdean
Aug. 23rd, 2024 08:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphilo These windy, rainy, seaside days take me back to my grandparents' bungalow on a windy, rainy hill outside Rottingdean. It had a view of the sea and my grandfather used to take us for long walks on the golf course which we accessed via the garden gate at the back of the house. He told me that the bigger dents in the hillside were caused by Nazi flying bombs. I don't know whether this was true but I don't see why not. I used to stand at the top of these hollows, fling out my arms as if shot- and roll to the bottom. If I did this too often I felt queasy for the rest of the day.
People who lived in Rottingdean:
1. My grandparents
2. Sir Edward Burne-Jones the painter. "Ned" to his friends and family
3. Rudyard Kipling
4. Enid Bagnold, author of National Velvet and the Chalk Garden
5. The Copper family, folk singing dynasty.
If one walked to the golf course's furthest Eastern boundary one got a fine view over Roedean, the famous girls school. In later years I used to wish the Roedean girls would come and walk on the golf course too so I could get pally with them. On a fine day the sea from this viewpoint was streaked with emerald green and Tyrrian puple. In the rough grass bordering a chalk path here I once trod on a dead frog- and it gave me the horrors.
People who lived in Rottingdean:
1. My grandparents
2. Sir Edward Burne-Jones the painter. "Ned" to his friends and family
3. Rudyard Kipling
4. Enid Bagnold, author of National Velvet and the Chalk Garden
5. The Copper family, folk singing dynasty.
If one walked to the golf course's furthest Eastern boundary one got a fine view over Roedean, the famous girls school. In later years I used to wish the Roedean girls would come and walk on the golf course too so I could get pally with them. On a fine day the sea from this viewpoint was streaked with emerald green and Tyrrian puple. In the rough grass bordering a chalk path here I once trod on a dead frog- and it gave me the horrors.
