This piece was written during the Museum Tales course held at Brighton Museum in the summer of 2014.
It was a place I used to hang out when I was younger in the summer ten years ago. The sun was hot but there was a breeze. People used to meet as if by magic.
Different groups would linger and you could manoeuvre between them.
There were a few fights, mostly the homeless lot that came from the drinking club but that came with the territory. Tramp chic, trendy goths, townies and players.
Alcohol kept in their plastic bags in case of the old bill.
Now the fences are higher surrounding the garden, but you could still jump over them, if needed.