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The Australian Inn – I remember it well.

I was 16 when I was able to buy my first pint of mild in a pub. I didn’t look 18 but the landlord turned a blind eye to such niceties just as long as we behaved ourselves. Which of course we did. Once outside that was a different matter.

It was at the bottom of Castle Street round the corner.

At the other end of the Bull Bridge was a Blacksmith next door to a newsagents. As kids we used to watch fascinated as the blacksmith re-shod the great big shire horses, whilst wrinkling our noses at the smell.