Memories Of The White Horse

A Memory of Potter Street.

We lived almost opposite the pub and my sister and I would sell ice cream on cricket match days from the little side room off the front car park.
My father donated a set of Matchbox yesteryear models which adorned a display case in the back bar which is where we held my farewell party when I left home at 16 to join the R.A.F.  If memory serves, the publicans at the time were Joan and Jim.
I played cricket for the Potter Street team on a couple of occassios as I also did for the soccer team, but as a skinny teanager, I was not very effective.