
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.
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