The Angel Inn, High Street, Buntingford

A Memory of Buntingford.

My Grandparents Albert Elon and Florence Ida Baker were landlords of The Angel Inn during the second world war, I can remember how my sister and I had difficulty falling asleep because of the chiming of the town clock. We used to walk up a long path at the rear of the pub which ran along side my grandfather's allotment, when we reached the end we then continued to the playing fields to go on the swings. Another of my memories were the American servicemen who came for a drink in the bar, they gave my sister and I chewing gum, a great treat for us as sweets were on ration at that time.

I am sure every thing has changed a great deal, so I am very happy that I can remember how things were even in war time.

Brenda