That Was Home

A Memory of Burgh by Sands.

My grandmother, Margaret Flint, was landlady of the Greyhound from sometime during WW2 until 1954. I lived there from 1944 until she retired. Being a publican meant grandmother was entitled to more than the normal rations in the immediate post war era since she was required to provide food to any traveller. Travellers were few and far between however one day George Bernard Shaw and companion appeared on the doorstep in the afternoon requiring tea so she had to fulfill her duty.