It is funny how someone reminiscing about a distant past event can trigger all sorts of memories and feelings. That is what happened a short while ago after seeing a post about Westcliff swimming pool on a “memories” Facebook page relating to old Southend and, given the number of commentators chipping in with their recollections, I see I am not alone. My problem is because all this happened between 1962 and 1966 when I was between the ages of 11 and 15, I struggle somewhat distinguishing fact from fiction. Even so memories of lots of specific incidents have come back.
The sad memory is that it was an escape haunt for me because I didn’t have many friends and more often than not I traveled to the pool by bike, often alone. I spent many hours at the pool, especially during my summer holidays, sometimes visiting the pool every day, and at least once a week in term time. This chlorine laden natural water and Leigh salt water open air pools were the only two decent sized pools in in the town – there was a smaller indoor pool at Valkyrie Road but I don’t recall any other at that time. The pool hosted clubs and galas. The pool closed soon after (as did the one in Leigh) and after various other uses, like hosting dolphins and a leisure centre, a casino was built on the site, which is what is there now. Warrior Square took over from Westciff as the main serious swimming pool in the town when it hosted a heated indoor swimming pool and when that closed a couple of years back, it was taken over by one built at the Garons centre and there are now lots of other smaller pools, some linked to schools, built in the interim.
I seem to recall that is where we did our school swimming lessons. While I was not a sporty boy, swimming was one sport I was a bit decent at and where I surpassed most of my peers in terms of speed and endurance. I can recall swimming a long way underwater, doing various tricks, diving off all the boards and from off the balcony, ducking and pushing among peers, the changing rooms, the place to buy ice cream etc. and especially do I remember the annual excursion to Pier Hill to buy my season ticket for ten shillings and six pence, taking particular pride getting it soon after tickets came and sale and having a low number – the ticket was a rectangular round edged coloured card with each day of the season, from May to September, marked out on it that got ticked off by the cashier – and there was a matted bridge in the middle of the pool (not shown in the photo), and yes it was fairly spartan when I think about it and there was no heating – but it did have a special charm. Part of that was the thought that out of season the pool looked yukky, greeny, only to spring back to life as the new season approached. I recall most of those using the pool were sociable. I even got to talk to girls.
In the main happy memories and while I was a broken loner I also had some friends and there were many enjoyable occasions where we interacted at the pool. During those years this was possibly my main relief from a not particularly happy time in my life.