My mother and father were married in St Andrews garrison church in 1944 Mum was a cook in the NAFFI and my dad was stationed on the camp after coming back from France following Dunkirk with damage to his legs
In 1956 I was 8 years old and I had to have a minor operation at the Cottage Hospital. I remember it was warm and clean and I was treated so well by the lovely nurses; I didn't want to go home. Actually, my mum didn't come and collect me when I was ready to leave, they had to call at my house and ask her to take me home. I felt sad leaving the hospital, it was better than living at home.
I used to work in this pub with my sister. It's 4 walls have set the scene for many a drama! It was a great pub back in the day - and excellent fun on Airborne Forces Weekend (not so much fun for out of towners, I'd imagine!) LOL!