Manor Hotel Bar

A Memory of Datchet.

A load of local young lads took over the hotel bar about this time, of all classes, much to the horror of residents and no doubt the owners, but they served Youngers Scotch Ale No 3 from the barrel, powerful stuff and cheap. Eventually we were asked to leave and frequented the Lord Nelson at Old Windsor (or was it the Lord Nelson we were asked to leave?). I dunno whether I oughta say about what we got up to (I played only a small part) as some might still live locally but fond memories of parties at Weavers, mud plugging on Dorney Common, rowing to the Donkey with 1/2" freeboard. The barman was one of us and would say "Cheers so and so" making out we had bought him a beer and pour himself one!
Happy days!