Dead mice and the Quaker cemetery

Memories of Rifle Butt Road

By Pam Suhr

Not many people know that there was a Quakers' Cemetery in Rifle Butt Road, near Marine Gate flats, now long gone to make room for the Brighton Marina approach road.

It was the favourite hunting ground of my Blue Burmese cat, but the little old lady whose cottage was next door absolutely hated mice. In fact she couldn't even see the name without a shudder, so when Smokey laid his catches out neatly on her lawn, as a present, she was terrified to go into her back garden. The cottages had no back entrance so she waited until the Argus delivery boy arrived at 6 o'clock and handed him a paper bag, a pair of tongs and sixpence with the request to dispose of what was on her lawn. The Argus paper boy probably made a fortune out of my cat's hunting ability.