Old Ted ran the pub in the 1960s with his dad. Old Henry used to pick up the glasses for a half of mild, Bubbles used to come in with the husband - forget his name, lived in the far corner of the village. The Stag used to be a local for me. The George was nice but not quite right for us youngsters at the time. The good old days - 8 pints a quid. Findlaters off licence on the corner. I also worked at the Southern United engraving company....

I remember the Stag pub well. I used to live in Valley Road, in 1961 I was married and had my wedding reception at the Stag. We were treated very well and everyone was friendly.

I heard that during the war a Candian soldier took a bren gun off the roof of the brewery (Le Carbone) then proceeded to fire it through the letter box of the house next door to the Stag. I think some one was killed, but I stand to be corrected!

I was Ted's (deceased 1992) daughter married to Derek (now deceased). My dad had the pub 1969 till, I think, 1982. I remember the great Christmas celebrations and the boys Stag parties! I now live in a small village in Nottinghamshire. My niece Karen lives up this way too, she has 3 children, two of which are married and she is Grandma to 3 little girls. By Maureen Smith