Buckingham Arms

A Memory of Taddiport.

I was 10 when I first stayed. with my parents at the Buckingham Arms in the summer of 1965, we returned again the next year. It was run by Jim & Brenda Horrell and their young son Tony. We were awoken every morning at an unearthly hour by the lorries, full of milk churns, crossing the bridge to get to the Cow & Gate factory. My parents became very friendly with Cyril & Dorothy Diamond, and kept in touch with them for many years. I remember their son Roger was a talented amateur footballer. The river bailiff was named Comer and would often be in the pub. We spent nearly every day at Westward-Ho! In 1966 I was allowed into the bar to watch the World Cup Final. Due to the fact that Taddiport was in a valley, the TV reception was terrible, it looked like it was snowing at Wembley.

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