The Red Lion

A Memory of Horseheath.

In 1938 my father was landlord of the Red Lion - I was just 6 years old but remember it clearly. I have a photo of my father standing on the front steps and the frontage is still clearly recognisable. At the time, all the lighting was by oil lamps and you had to go down a steep flight of stairs into the cellar to draw every pint of beer. My father also organised the village cricket team. I attended the village school and have very happy memories of the time there.