It is amazing the photo taken by Mike Snewin. What a place! Congratulations!
By Fabiana (10/12/2004)
There is a pub missing here! There was a rather fine 1937 building which interspersed these two. It was finished in the pleasing Kemp Town Brewery (I think!) ‘interwar style’ and had the date carved onto the exterior.
By Geoffrey Mead (27/02/2006)
Interesting to note that on the wall above the gentleman walking past the main entrance, is shown one of the two wall plaques depicting the Prince of Wales feathers that were salvaged from the original building. They were both replaced at the porchway to the new office block.
By Geoff Wells (03/09/2006)
I remember this pub. Many a time when I was a kid I used to have to wait in the passage for my mum and dad. Also the Imperial which was a bit further down the Queens Road from the Feathers and, if I am right, the Imperial now houses the BBC shop I think!
By Kathleen Catt (nee Cornford) (07/04/2011)
Does anyone know how I can find out who the landlord of The Feathers was around the end of WWII? I’m interested in the period 1943 to 1946.
By Mike Redman (23/03/2013)
The hotel stood at 53, Queen’s Road and in the 1947 Kelly’s directory the proprietor was listed as James Owen Cave. As he was also listed there in 1939/40, it would be reasonable to assume he was there between those dates. Unfortunately, no directories were published between the two that are mentioned to confirm this, although you might wish to try alcohol licensing records. Regards, Andy.
By Andy Grant (24/03/2013)
My uncle George Tye and his wife Mary were the licensees in the mid 60s, there were some boisterous customers on occasion, Friday and Saturday nights were popular with Irish workers from the various building sites sometimes the Paddy wagon ( no pun intended) would back up to main door of the public bar and the biggest coppers in town would man handle the rowdiest fellers into the van and off to the nick. They were back again the next Friday. The situation was sorted out by taking the Jimmy Shand records off the juke box. I know he’s a Scot but they didn’t care he was always good for party, it’s a shame that it got out of hand.Happy days. Adrian.
By Adrian Lewis (09/08/2021)
I did the yard of ale on my 18th birthday 1987 in the Feathers. Best roast beef sandwich, still my favourite of all time. Worked across the street.
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It is amazing the photo taken by Mike Snewin. What a place! Congratulations!
There is a pub missing here! There was a rather fine 1937 building which interspersed these two. It was finished in the pleasing Kemp Town Brewery (I think!) ‘interwar style’ and had the date carved onto the exterior.
Interesting to note that on the wall above the gentleman walking past the main entrance, is shown one of the two wall plaques depicting the Prince of Wales feathers that were salvaged from the original building. They were both replaced at the porchway to the new office block.
I remember this pub. Many a time when I was a kid I used to have to wait in the passage for my mum and dad. Also the Imperial which was a bit further down the Queens Road from the Feathers and, if I am right, the Imperial now houses the BBC shop I think!
Does anyone know how I can find out who the landlord of The Feathers was around the end of WWII? I’m interested in the period 1943 to 1946.
The hotel stood at 53, Queen’s Road and in the 1947 Kelly’s directory the proprietor was listed as James Owen Cave. As he was also listed there in 1939/40, it would be reasonable to assume he was there between those dates. Unfortunately, no directories were published between the two that are mentioned to confirm this, although you might wish to try alcohol licensing records. Regards, Andy.
My uncle George Tye and his wife Mary were the licensees in the mid 60s, there were some boisterous customers on occasion, Friday and Saturday nights were popular with Irish workers from the various building sites sometimes the Paddy wagon ( no pun intended) would back up to main door of the public bar and the biggest coppers in town would man handle the rowdiest fellers into the van and off to the nick. They were back again the next Friday. The situation was sorted out by taking the Jimmy Shand records off the juke box. I know he’s a Scot but they didn’t care he was always good for party, it’s a shame that it got out of hand.Happy days.
Adrian.
I did the yard of ale on my 18th birthday 1987 in the Feathers. Best roast beef sandwich, still my favourite of all time. Worked across the street.
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