To todays generation having an outside toilet must sound reminiscent of the Dark Ages. To those born in the 1950s – 1960s it was the normal thing to have. It didn’t seem odd because we hadn’t known any different, just having a flushing toilet would have been a luxury to our ancestors. I was born in the late 1950s in Brighton, on the south coast of England, and we were quite upmarket, having a toilet indoors. No bath though, just a tin bath hooked up on the wall that would come down for bathtimes and be placed in the kitchen. The bathroom was at the back of the house, leading off from the kitchen. It was when we visited my grandparents that the full horror of the outside toilet appeared. Not for the fainthearted, those scared of spiders or during cold or wet weather. My father’s mother, Annie Dinnis (Cleeve) lived in Blaker Street, Brighton and her toilet was in an outhouse in the garden. It looked just like this one:
My mother’s mother also had a toilet in the garden, in a little shed. This toilet was more conventional.