My Grandparents' Pub

A Memory of Slough.

I remember the Shaggy Calf well, my grandparents Maurice and Beryl (Billy) Harris took over as landlords the day that I was born, 11 March 1958. It was always a popular pub, absolutely fantastic for a kid when my brothers and I used to visit, huge rooms, lots of corridors and a wide magnificent stairway, (it was orignally a hotel), what with the distinctive wonderful smell of a pub, playing with the pub's dogs (a Yorkshire Terrier nick-named Tattie, but not with guard dog a Bull-Mastiff called Chopper), it is an image that has stayed with me for all my life.