Grandad Lack Of The Black Bull

A Memory of Willingham.

I remember staying in the Black Bull, run by my grandad, grandad Lack. In the back garden was a huge willow tree and in one of the outhouses all the metal tops from the beer bottles were discarded. I used to sit in the tap room and look though the net curtains smelling strongly of cigarette smoke at the main road. He gave me fizzy cherryade. Auntie Peggy and Uncle George lived with grandad and took over when he died. Up the road was the fruit orchard where we picked apples and plums. I was very young but remember it well. How wonderful to find this photograph.