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I will continue with some information on the businesses in St Blazey around 1950. Station Road, starting with no. 1. Grigg's the butchers, the house where I was born and the shop run by Jack Grigg. The next business, no.3 Station Road was the fish and chip shop run by Everett Turner and his wife. I remember the coal fired range and the white tiled top tables for the sit down meals. The next business, no.13, ...see more
Risca, was the town where I was born, under the shadow of Tymbarlm. I could see the fields leading to the mountain from my bedroom window, in Fernlea. The canal bank was where I would ride my pony Silver. All my memories of Risca are very happy ones, it was home and my childhood.
As a native of St Blazey, I would like to write about the businesses there at the time. The first shop on the church side " The International Stores", a fine shop managed by Mr Vincent, who also owned the newsagents in Station Road. Next to "Star" (the name used by locals for the International, because it was originally the Star Tea Company) was Barlow's cycle shop. Next the shop of the Best brothers, ...see more
I found when researching the 1901 census that members of my husband's family worked at the Asylum. My husband's grandfather, Alfred Charles (Charlie) Southern worked there until his death in 1944. His job was described as "Mental Nurse". Charles' sister Glen Dora also worked there as did his mother Anne and other relatives. Some were described as laundresses. I wondered whether they actually worked in a laundry at the asylum or whether they did laundry for the asylum at home.
Very sketchy memories - maybe someone will fill the blanks. My father was RAF at the Wellington bomber base. I lived for a short period in a single row of cottages, near the base and a railway line. I had to cross the line over a small bridge to go to a school just the other side. My parents were show-biz people and used to entertain workers at a nearby factory. I was also part of the first Scout troupe formed - 1st Colwich ...see more
What a wonderful site. These photos bring back so many lovely memories. From this one I can see the house I grew up in (34 High St) and my Dad's cinema. This photo was taken the year that I was born. I can also see the hospital that I was born in. I miss Berkeley, it will always be home. I now live in Western Canada and there are no towns here anywhere near as perfect as this one. Hi to all who I know, if you ...see more
King John's Palace is the oldest residence in the village of Colnbrook and has been listed by English Heritage as a Grade II* property because of its age and historic interest. It pre-dates Tudor times to about the 13th century and was visited by Queen Elizabeth I and indeed King John stayed in the footprint area of this nice thatched home/hunting lodge on his way to sign the Magna Carta. The 'palace' is ...see more
The day rock 'n' roll singer Eddie Cochran was killed, I went around London and had my picture taken on Eros, then in the evening I went with my friend to see Adam Faith on stage. It was a sad day because of the death of Eddie C. but we did enjoy Adam F. I also took a picture of a young 'bobby' which I still have to this very day. I was a teenager at the time. Great memories!
The low building to the right was the shop of George Mercer - Bootmaker, the building on it's right with the large chimney was the home of my Great Grandfather Henry Mercer who expanded into 2 then 3 of the cottages as his family grew ( 10 children). Henry worked on the opposite side of the common at the woodyard. The man in foreground with the horse is probably Mr Stemp, groundsman for both Cranleigh School ...see more
I remember being taken to see a clown here. I think his name might have been Coco. It is lovely that there are still children's entertainments in exactly the same spot! It's a roundabout and trampolines now though.
I visited the Gwytherin church and the Lion Inn in August 2007 and was upset to learn that the church is now deconsecrated. It seemed to us to be a very special place with the megaliths, the connection to St Winifride, the wonderful ancient yews. What is the future for this sacred spot - will it be sold to a developer? It seems to deserve a protected status. I am sure that many people would love to ...see more
I visited Uley last year because I am finding out about my family history and I found out that my Gt Gt Grandmother was born in Uley in the year 1833 so it is a long time ago. Her name was Hannah Heath and she worked in the cloth mill but I found that when the work ran out she moved to Bristol, married and had 8 children among which was my Grandad. I spent an enjoyable time going round St Giles' ...see more
My dad did boxing for the school and was Essex school boy champion around 1955 -1956. If anybody knows where the shields or boxing memorabilia are please could you get in touch with me on janefinch550@btinternet.com.
I just love this photo because my gran was born here in the 1890s. She was Elizabeth Ann Barwick (nee French) and she also, when married, lived just around the corner at Southern Wood Farm, Malmsmead. Wonderful lady.
'ROLL OUT THE BARREL'. I REMEMBER BEING TAUGHT THAT SONG WHILE THE BLITZ WAS GOING ON BY MY GRAN. WE LIVED IN ZEBRA STREET, HIGHER BROUGHTON. WE WERE IN THE AIR RAID SHELTER IN OUR YARD WHEN ONE NIGHT WHEN THE SHELTER SHOOK AND THREW US ALL OVER. WE FOUND OUT NEXT MORNING THAT WALNUT STREET JUST ROUND THE CORNER HAD BEEN FLATTENED BY A PARACHUTE MINE. THE ONE HAPPY EVENT IN THE BLITZ WAS THE BIRTH OF MY ...see more
Bryant's Post Office with Mrs Robson, a Queen Motherish figure always dressed in a black two piece, dishing out pensions, stamps and postal orders from the aloof position behind her cage. Duggie Bain's cobblers, the warm oily smell, my first football boots were bought there for 13/6d. The proprietor ever smiling, with his gold rimmed glasses, shiny bald head, gammy leg and leather apron, he could have been ...see more
I know records will prove me wrong, but summer seemed to start around the beginning of May and last until getting on to Bonfire night. We walked to Witton-le-Wear night after night to swim then walked home or, if we were lucky, got a lift in an empty meat van, not unlike the one driven by Corporal Jones in 'Dads Army'. When it got too cold to swim we set about building and guarding our bonfire in the park. There were ...see more
I grew up in Glentham, having lived there all my life until the age of 31 when I was driven out in January 2000. I buried my late father there in December 1991. My father had already buried my mother and his own parents, my grandparents there. My father had spent many years as a parish and district councillor there, being credited as the prime mover in establishing a village hall and mains sewerage in the village ...see more
James O. Clazey and his wife, Charlotte lived at 4 Cambria Street from 1881 to the 1900s. James had been a schoolmaster and does not appear in the 1901 Census so somewhere before that time...he died. Charlotte had a grocer/confectionary business there. At one point, all the children worked in it. Children were: George Oswald Clazey; Ellen Craig Clazey; Oswald Clazey; Maggie Clazey and Charlotte ...see more
Richard Spry and Mary Palmer married in Marhamchurch in 1825. In 1856, John Spry, their son married Grace Jewell. Two sons, Henry Jewell and William J. Spry were born there before the family emigrated to Ontario, Canada. John and Grace would have been my great-great grandparents... Sharon Spry
Tiverton is an attractive market town in mid-Devon but I have to confess I had never heard of it until the first of the family moved here in 2005! Elizabeth and I were spending a weekend in Exeter with our son David and his partner Amanda and thought it would be nice to call in to have tea with cousin Robert in Tiverton. While we were there David and Amanda went for a walk around Robert's ...see more
All the sevens - the seventh of the seventh of the seventh. 7th July 2007 was the lucky sevens date chosen by Amanda and David for their wedding. Family and friends were invited to The Two Bridges Hotel on Dartmoor for the ceremony, reception and evening dance. It was a beautifully sunny day at long last as we have been having rain nearly every day for a fortnight! This view taken in 1955 is little ...see more
I remember when I was a little girl and we lived in Gerrie Street. Opposite us was Mr Brown's Fish and Chip Shop and he made wonderful fish and chips. The window of my mum and dad's bedroom overlooked the fish and chip shop and what we called "The Bank Top". I used to creep out of bed in the summer and watch the young people getting their fish and chips and then standing on the bank top to eat ...see more
I WAS BORN AT No 2 THE SQUARE IN 1938 AND REMEMBER DECORATING THE FRONT OF THE HOUSE FOR THE QUEEN'S CORONATION. I MARRIED IN 1959 AND MY FIRST FLAT WAS AT THE CHANTRY IN FOXBURY LANE. I SERVED IN THE ROYAL AIR FORCE FOR 33 YEARS AND NOW LIVE IN DEVON. ONE OF MY YOUNGER BROTHERS NOW LIVES IN NEW ROAD (WHITE HORSE LANE IN THOSE DAYS). MY WIFE'S GRANDMOTHER, MRS HAWKINS, LIVED DOWN WHITE HORSE LANE AND ...see more
See my comments under photo S175052 - Penton Hook Lock - about the wooden weir you can just see in the middle of this image.
Not exactly sure of date, but as a child growing up in the 60s, a few houses upstream of Penton Hook Lock, I recall walking "round the Island" on many weekends. The most memorable bit, looking back, was the wooden weir crossing. You crossed the lock gates - and I can remember them being the large wooden sort - then walked towards the Island over this remarkable wooden structure. It had a roof, which made it so ...see more
Vague recollections of my first days, being taken in my little blue coat and cap by the girls next door. I seemed to cling to them for ages. (Was this a sign of things to come?) Finally graduated to playing with the boys, sliding in the school yard in black boots with 'segs' in. It was all boys because the yard then was divided by a wall and the red brick toilets and you just didn't venture into the girl's half. ...see more
Mr Joe (Cloggy) Jackson Almost everyone who met 'Cloggy' has stories to recollect of this colourful village character - Dave Quinn recalls: Mr Joe 'Cloggy' Jackson, Club Doorman and Saturday Evening vendor of 'The Pink', AKA Sunderland Echo. Invariably dressed in flat cap and tight fitting jacket, riding breeches and leather boots, Cloggy looked every inch a 'horsey man'. He claimed that as a lad he ...see more
In this picture I lived in the house with the porch sticking out, just past the pub THE BLACK BULL (white building). Up the side of my house, or country cottage as it was termed, was a slaughter house at the back. I worked in Patons & Baldwins in Darlington textile mill as a woolsorter. Malcolm
I grew up in Park Hill Court, Beeches Road in the sixties and seventies; my father was the caretaker. He used to be in charge of the bonfire on firework night, up on one of the drying grounds. The girls stood one side and the boys stood the other. My dad used to set off all the fireworks and the boys used to set those wiggly fireworks that seem to chase you! They don`t have them anymore. I went to Fircroft Infants ...see more
Between 1938-1949 I lived in Llanarth Road then at Bryn Road 1949-1959. There was no Springfield Estate (only Springfield Villas, about 6 houses). Tradespeople at that time were Davies the bakers with door to door delivery by horse and cart, the horse was named Boulter and his driver was Oliver Tovey, W.A.Ford greengrocer, Starks grocers shop opposite Pont. Low Level Station and Richards, ...see more
During WW2 I went to this venue to watch ice hockey. The teams playing were mainly, if not entirely, teams of Canadian servicemen from various UK stations. The team whose name I remember the best was from Down Ampney, an airfield a few miles north of Cricklade. I suppose it was the unusual name that has stuck in my mind all these years. Later, in 1948, the Olympic Games was held in the UK. I managed ...see more
After visiting my aunt and uncle who were the Matron and Superintendant of the Banstead Residential School, which was adjacent to the railway line, my mother and I would hasten along to the station to begin our journey home. If a train was drawing into the station on the way towards London mother would call down to the station staff on the platform, which was well below the footpath, and the train would be held ...see more
In 1959 I was 10 years old and the village was my big adventure trip out when I went to the shops for my mum. Upper Belvedere was always known as The Village when I lived there, is it still I wonder? I even went to school there too, Lesness Heath primary, so I have many fond memories. Firstly the shops. Derrett and Dorman comes to mind immediately, they sold toys and to a 10 year old that was magic - they also ...see more
I remember the old swimming pool we had back then and I was not allowed to swim because I had a bad ear. We used to sneak in during the long staff meeting sessions. I remember playing on the den site and what a football pitch we had!
Croxley Green station is now - in the 21st century - merely a shadow of its former busy life. My Auntie Dorrie (Doris Lacey) worked at this station throughout the Second World War and beyond and told me many stories of working life on the Watford to Rickmansworth line. Auntie recalls being at home in Hatch End in 1940 – she would clean the house on Thursdays. One ...see more
Mr Ley, ex Army Major who along with his family started probably one of the first Holiday Caravan sites at Par Sands. Mr Ley always drove a yellow Rolls Royce when he arrived to clean the vans. On the entrance to the site you entered the road passing on your left the Ship Inn and the little cream and red caravan used as a snack bar. Along the beach stood many Beach Huts well used in those days. ...see more
I was brought up in Redhill from 1969 to 1983. Was known as Kay Trevillion then. Redhill has changed so much since those days, what a shame!!! I now live in West Sussex. Left Redhill area when I was about 15, but still attended Redstone School, Noke Drive until age 16. Used to travel from Horley to Redhill every day by train to attend the school. Went to Earlswood First, then Brambletye Middle, then on to ...see more
My father Stan Long started Meadvale Garage in the thirties, I'm not sure of the precise date. When he purchased it, it was a derelict rat infested old builders yard and stables. He and my mother "May" together with my uncles "Les" and "Eddie" both worked hard on getting rid of the rats, digging holes for the petrol tanks and pits. Dad built it into a typical village garage, serving petrol, paraffin, used cars and ...see more
My grandmother Margaret Pullen was married to Frank Pullen. He was my step-grandfather. I know only that he served in the African Boer war and I saw the medal once. His father was a local preacher and that's all I know of him. He has 2 surviving children, Frank and Della and 3 other step-children, my father Peter Karesa, Debra Karesa and Pat Karesa.
Gowers bridge was not too far from where we lived and was a great place to take the children for a picnic, to learn to ride a tricycle and to skim stones across and see who won, then pick our way to Llyn Bwrw Eira, along the banks, sometimes walk to the swings in Trefriw, and back. We lived in Plas Isaf and Heulwen Jones and her family came too. It was harmless fun in lovely surroundings, and thus has a lot of ...see more
Frognal was mentioned in the early 15th century as a customary tenement and in 1740 Frognal field was the eastern abutment of Northfield, part of the demesne. By the 17th century there were several cottages and houses at Frognal; by then the name probably indicated the road leading from the church and manor farm northward to the heath, between the demesne on the west and Hampstead town on the ...see more
Cape Cornwall and surrounds gladdens my heart whenever I am able to visit. From the first time of seeing I have loved this particular view. We spent many happy months in this area during the 1990's and I hope to return again one day, from this distant land of Australia.
The White Mare used to serve Pims No1, No2, No3, No4 and No.5 3-card brag parties were Thursday nights.
This picture shows the street as I remember it aged four. The building on the right was the office of my father's legal practice (Pomery and Gill) and opposite was the market. As a child I loved the Saturday market, when the boiled sweets of all descriptions were on sale. I also loved the stone cows' heads across the facade. My family lived at "Bosvenna" in Priory Road until the late sixties. My father Ernest ...see more
The lovely village green and pond at Chalfont St Giles are next to a splendid pub called Merlin's Cave. This is a very popular summer evening venue for morris dancing and the dancers and musicians can soon draw a crowd of onlookers from both villagers and passing motorists. For many summers one of the local morris sides which dances here is Whitethorn Morris - often ...see more
Close to the Grand Union Canal which runs through Cassiobury Park is a splendid miniature railway. It loops through woodland, has level crossings over footpaths and criss-crosses several lines before returning to the terminus beside the canal. I remember going on this as a child myself, and then taking my son David in the 1980s. More recently I took my niece for a train ride in 2002 one hot ...see more
Having grown up in Seaton Sluice I can remember the old wooden buildings that were the chip shop and the one next to it being the butchers. I can also remember them being pulled down and the present ones being built.
My grandfather Bertie Dawson was the Lock Keeper for several years. I also lived there from around 1953 for 3 years, very happy memories !
The hot summer of 1976 - I was 16 and studying for my O levels in between minding the shop for my adopted parents Bert and Mary Belli. Our cafe was one of two Belli cafes in the town, but of course I always thought ours was superior and served the best steamed pasties and pies. That summer was also eventful because of the huge mountain fire on the Blorenge. The peat caught fire and it took the local fire brigade ...see more
I was evacuated to Milford in 1942 and lived with my parents at a bungalow called KENCOT. Father was a teacher at Stafford secondary school.
To the left of this picture was a cul-de-sac called Sandhills. My Aunty Grace and uncle and family lived here, so did my mother Margaret Anderson at some stage and later various cousins. Down the bottom to the right was the original local shop (known Gammidges? when my Mother was small) owned by Greenwood for many years later (and when I knew it). My Aunty Grace worked there until ...see more
I was born in 1953 in Northampton. Later my family moved and settled in Essex but my childhood was spent in Spratton with my Nana Anderson. She worked at Mr Tattersall's as a housekeeper and during the holidays I would go down with her. Tattersall's house was situated a little further down from Saul's butchers which is seen here on the right of the photo. This lane I think was called Brixworth ...see more
Margaret Anderson and Edward Gill married 8th October 1949 last to be married by the 'blind' vicar (does anyone remember his name I think it was Pettit) while it was named St Luke's. The name of the church was changed from that year. Julie Gill-Frisby - I walked past this church many times when my Nana Anderson walked to work at Tatersalls just down the hill.
I don't exactly have a memory of Walmgate but I know my GGGGrandfather John Browne was born in the house here. Would love to converse with anyone with any knowledge of this memory. I do know through extensive investigation via internet that John Browne was the Clerk of Works of York Minster when a fire occured. He also was a teacher of drawing and lithographs. John Browne was an artist and author of York ...see more
I did not know many of the people of the village or much of the history of the village. However there were some who stay in my memory and to this day I often think about them. All too often I cannot remember their names. I know nothing of their lives. Their trials and tribulations or indeed if they were born in the village. One such person was a Mrs Baker (at least that's what I think her name was), a very ...see more
In the 1960's as a little boy my dad, mum, little sister and me visted the grandparents in Penponds. They were known as the Laity's, Efe and Les Laity, and the Rodgers were next door, a big family.
Coming across this picture sparked memories of such happy times I had as as a child spending my summer holidays in a chalet at Seaview. It was not unusual to stay for four or more weeks in one of the chalets and spend practically every waking hour being on the beach or walking into either Whitstable or Herne Bay. I remember rummaging along the beach finding bits of pottery from the houses that fell into ...see more
When I first came to Pentraeth in 1950, I became very intrigued by the nicknames attached to certain individuals. In fact, they were better known by their nicknames than by their own names. One example was the leading male singer in the local church on a Sunday. He was known as Basso Profundo, a name that stuck to him until his dying day. I never did find out his real name. ...see more
Watching my uncle making a lobster creel wow! never seen anything like it. The house was a large detached white house over looking Hopeman Harbour I think!. My mother and sister and brothers lived there throughout their childhood. My mother married Norman whom at the time of their meeting was in the Fleet Air Arm in Lossiemouth. Following their marriage they came down to Portsmouth in 1952 I think and we have ...see more
As a child I lived in Earl St Hanky Park then moved to Cottrill St off Ellor St. I attended John St school in the Ellor St area. I never really knew my dad. He went in the army when I was 4 years old in 1939 and returned in 1946 when I was 9 years of age. During the Blitz of Manchester and Salford in 1940, when the sirens sounded we all had to go to Unwin St shelters for the night but me and my brother Jack ...see more
My grandfather, John Arnett, was the teacher at the North Creake school for many years. Four of his sons came to Canada. When I was a little girl growing up in distant Saskatchewan the uncles would gather and tell marvellous tales of living in North Creake. I have a photo of the grandmother riding her tricycle, of the brothers in front of the school house during World War I. When my grandfather ...see more
I was born in Princes Risborough and fondly remember as a young boy going into the shop with the bay window (shown on the right of your picture) to buy sweets and giggle at the young girls. The shop was known locally as 'Blue Kettle Jacks' although it was properly known, I think, as The Old Blue Kettle.
Many Saturdays would find my friends and I catching a bus for the 11 miles journey to Ripon. It was the nearest swimming place for us and how we enjoyed the day out. If we had a few coppers left we would buy beans on toast at a local cafe and think ourselves very grown up. Now I live in far away Australia, but still love to visit the town every year or so, as our daughter and family made it their home.
I was born in Harewood in 1971 and lived 14 amazingly happy childhood years there!! My father was born there in 1947 and he has amazing tales of his childhood too!! My memories were of taking a picnic and heading out on adventures to "the rockies" with tunnels and caves; now I understand they were built by the landscape artist Capability Brown. We would venture deep into the woods to "the roman pool" and catch ...see more
I remember Nurse Emery on her pushbike delivering both of my brothers at home. We lived in St Mary's Road, behind the church. I also went to Bishopstoke infants school and was duly frightened by the caretaker, a Mr Collis with a built up boot on his foot - scared me half to death when I was a kid. Miss Starr was my teacher, she also taught my 2 brothers and then later on taught my two eldest ...see more
My Grandfather Leslie James Harrod, is buried in the churchyard along with his Mother and Father; The Harrods and the Drury family are old Orsett people. I now live in the USA and whenever I visit the UK I always make a point of visiting Orsett Village. If anyone knows my family, the Harrods or Drurys tell them I said Hello. Daughter fo Margaret Harrod, niece of John Harrod and Granddaughter of Lillian Harrod.
I lived in Rothwell from the age of 5 leaving to come to Australia in 1969 at the age of 16. I think regularly now of how the village would have changed so much since I left. I remember being a bridesmaid at the Trinity church and still have photos of coming down the path through the gate. I drew a picture at school of the church; we had to do this in charcoal and wish I had kept it. ...see more
My G/G Granmother's parents were married in the St Buryan Church on 31st Oct 1814, they were Richard Maddern & Mary Bennetts. I visited the area in 1997 and found it beautiful. I live in Rutherglen Aust. The old Madderns came to Australia with their children and are buried in Ballarat Cemetery. 2 of their sons were sadly killed in a mining accident in Ballarat. My G/G Grandmother Mary Maddern ...see more
My ancestors came from Cork to England. Whether this means that they sailed from Cork Harbour during the 1850's, or whether they lived in Cork, I am not sure, however my husband and I had an enjoyable few days there this year. The Cohb Harbour Heritage Centre is well worth a visit, especially if you, like me, had family who made the journey in the awful conditions in the ships, which the centre portrays ...see more
I visited the Bosherston Tea Gardens every May Bank Holiday week from 1967-1972. The reward for walking from Broadhaven beach via the Lilly ponds was tea and a piece of iced cake complete with a cherry. On an earlier holiday the reward was a Chocolate 3D that as the name implies cost 3d. It is a delight to find that the scene has not changed since 1972 and that the cafe is still open run by the same people. I am ...see more
My grandfather Edward John Hughes of Henllys Isaf sadly passed away on Wednesday 27th of June 2007 at Bryn Beryl at the age of 92. He will be greatly missed by all who knew him, especially the ones closest to him. My grandmother Pat who he thought the world of, and had been married to for 63 incredible years will need all the support and love from friends and family at these difficult times, also his ...see more
I am desperate to find the last piece of my family tree. I need to know relatives of Joseph Littlewood born 1840, married to Harriet. One of their daugters was Ellen my Great Grandma.
My Gt grandfather, William James Hawken was a certified schoolmaster at Galmpton between 1875-1880. His youngest child, Frances Marian, was born there on 10th October 1875. She went on to marry William Henry Birch, who was a son of the iconic Betsy Birch who founded the London omnibus transport system, after the early demise of her husband William in 1846.
The best memories of sailing with my dad most weekends and baleing water out of the dingy. It leaked.
Hi My name is Nina. I was in the Treloar Hospital during the end of world war two. I went in when I was 10 and came out on March 30th 1945. I remember being on the terrace while the blitz was on, what else could they do, most of us were in bed. The doctors and nurses were very good to me. I had club feet and peaus cavis (hope this is spelled right). I came out when I was 11yrs old. At the time I lived in Bordon, ...see more
From the age of 48 hours until I was about 18yrs I lived and grew up in Hurley. I have done my fair share of moving around not only England but the world. From the busy, bright lights of London to spectacular, solitary mountains of New Zealand. Now all grown up at age 45, or as grown up as I'm probably ever going to get. Of all the places I've lived Hurley takes some beating. I now visit regularly to ...see more
There was an old bag wash where people could bring their dirty washing to be cleaned around New Street/North Street not far from the police station that was on the main Wolverhampton road. The police station was opposite J. Folks coal merchants. Can anyone recall where it was and are there any maps showing the old Bag Wash?
I was at the village school from June '54 when we moved to a new house in Grange Road, until '59 when I and 3 others went to the Grammar school in EG. I remember Mrs Fry the school cook, (mentioned in another memory) from when I was a dinner monitor. There were only 4 classrooms. Miss Drew was the head and the next class was Mr Mills. It was a friendly school and we had some church services - it was a C of E school ...see more
I used to live near this lovely pub which had a gorgeous garden. I was only a little girl when I used to come here with my Grandad and he had his whisky while I had my orangeade and a packet of Smith's crisps with the little blue salt bag inside where we sat in the garden. There was a pond in the garden, I used to watch the fish and there were also ducks. This was a favourite pub of my Dad who was a regular ...see more
