At the eastern end of the seafront in Hastings, East Sussex, a jumble of wooden shacks marks the last redoubt of a centuries-old fishing community. This is still apparently Europe’s largest beach-launched fishing fleet, though it consists of barely 10 vessels. On a bright morning in late March, as the gulls screech and a cold wind blows in from the sea, there is almost no one to be seen here. It is inside one of the huts, which double as seafood stalls during the tourist season, that I find Ben Griffin, a 43-year-old fisherman and lifelong Hastings resident. His prognosis for the future is bleak.
“Everything’s against you,” is Griffin’s refrain. That includes the weather, which was too rough for fishing over the winter, and the changing climate, which is dislocating the seasonal patterns of the ocean. It also includes the 2020 Brexit Agreement, thanks to which, Griffin says, industrial fleets from the continent have been “raping” the fish stocks in the Channel, including the sole, plaice and turbot they fish along the south coast (if you order cod here, it isn’t caught locally). Meanwhile, fishermen face a mounting bureaucratic workload of catch reports, quotas and tracking devices. Griffin has been fishing from this beach since he was eight years old, and his wife’s family has been doing so for three centuries. But he fears that this trade is now dying. “If we can’t turn it round by the end of this summer, then I don’t know what our future holds.”
Griffin feels betrayed, above all by the local authorities in Hastings. “Our council won’t do anything to help us out as fishermen,” he says. Since 2012, the fishermen have shared their part of the shore with a contemporary art gallery, part of the council’s efforts to regenerate the town through cultural tourism. However, Griffin says that the gallery is “targeting a different type of people. It’s not bringing trade to the beach.” In fact, it displaced a coach park that used to deliver tourists to the fishermen’s stalls.
But not only has the town failed to promote fishing as part of its historic identity; locals are now being priced out of housing, thanks to an influx of creatives and remote-working professionals from London — just what the town’s regeneration strategy called for. Unable to find a house big enough for their family, Griffin and his wife now sleep in their front room. Even with a full-time wage, he says, his children won’t be able to move out and find a home of their own. “Your kids have got no hope.”
Over the past year, Hastings has become a case study for the consequences of Britain’s housing shortage. The council made headlines with claims that it will soon be spending a third of its entire budget on temporary accommodation, as poor residents are squeezed off the bottom rungs of the rental market. Like many of England’s financially stricken councils, it has started selling off assets, and has even asked people to offer up spare rooms and garden prefabs for the homeless.
But while this could be taken as evidence for the evils of gentrification and austerity, stories like that of the struggling fishermen suggest a more complicated picture. Problems peculiar to seaside Britain have left Hastings vulnerable even to positive change. Council-led efforts to reinvent the town have created winners and losers, addressing some social crises and worsening others. All of this raises thorny questions about the role of local government at a time when the welfare state is becoming increasingly threadbare.
Before the recent “down-from-London” wave, Hastings was a magnet for different kinds of migration. It was once a holiday destination, as its fine civic buildings from the Victorian and Edwardian eras testify. From the Seventies, however, it became a faded coastal town that offered cheap housing, informal work and a picturesque setting. Destitute and marginal people began to arrive from as far away as Liverpool and Manchester, while London councils sent benefits claimants here to be housed at lower cost. It was, in effect, a place for those who did not fit in elsewhere, and who had no social connections here either. “You would think you was in a foreign country” was Ben Griffin’s description of how some neighbourhoods had changed in his lifetime. Today, Hastings is among the poorest towns in the south of England, and among the highest in the UK in the proportion of people who have dropped out of the workforce due to sickness.
Join the discussion
Join like minded readers that support our journalism by becoming a paid subscriber
To join the discussion in the comments, become a paid subscriber.
Join like minded readers that support our journalism, read unlimited articles and enjoy other subscriber-only benefits.
SubscribeIt’s nothing but colonialism by failed hipsters who can’t hack it in London and want to transplant their posturing lifestyle to somewhere a bit edgy – in other words, cheaper – and in the process wreck the place and drive the locals out. I know Hastings and St Leonards well, and they’re being ruined by the influx of these pompous arrivistes, who sit around all day drinking coffee, discussing beard oil, Free Palestine and the arts. St Leonards used to have shops where you could buy stuff you needed. Now it’s all galleries, vintage and retro and shops run as pretend businesses by Hackney refugee smugsters playing at work. Just about the only sanctuary they haven’t managed to infect is Wetherspoons.
Great comment, and especially the ending.
Someone once told me that there’s an acronym Hastings people use nowadays for obnoxious metropolitan incomers: the Filth (Failed in London, Tried Hastings).
Ouch.
Like it. Spot on. Never seen so many mockney cockneys in me life all pretending to be artisans and saying “alwight mate, luvvly jubbly, custhy wushty.”. It’s like everyone who failed to get on to Jay Blades’ Repair Shop TV programme has ended up in Hastings.
Similar situation in Portsmouth these days. Interesting to see how the city has changed over the years I’ve known it. In the last decade house prices have more or less doubled. While Southsea has become a bizarre mix of fancy bars and restaurants, with a smattering of original pubs and shops. Which are slowly disappearing under the pressure of increased rents. While an equally strange mix of hipsters, students, homeless, unemployed and temporarily housed recent immigrants roam the streets.
Here in Hove, which had a head-start of about 20 years in it’s DFLer (Down-From-London-er) transformation we’re at the stage where local primary schools are closing due to lack of numbers. People of the age to have young families simply can’t afford to live around here anymore. This is a tragedy as the City of Brighton and Hove is, by some considerable distance, the greatest place to live on Earth.
There’s an NHS hospital in the Hastings area called Conquest. If you’re that relaxed about hostile takeovers it’s not surprising you can’t muster much resistance to more benign ones.
“For those who own a home in the area…higher property prices are obviously a good thing.” – hmm, owning a home doesn’t necessarily mean you want higher property prices. Speak to couples with two children who own a two-bedroom flat; speak to your own children who want somewhere to buy. Higher property prices benefit only old people in large houses.
I’ve been to Folkestone recently and could have been seen as one of those hipsters, even though I was just visiting. Yeah the richer and poorer congregate in their own enclaves in the town. But I live on an island, surely I must be able visit the sea? I didn’t take up anyones housing.
Same for me in Hastings. The main issue is DFLs actually moving to these towns. Second issue is over-supply of Airbnb also restricting housing supply. No issue with visiting such places, but a) we need to move back to using hotels and b) we need to not overly prioritise visitors over actual residents