avondale87 wrote in post #19273142
Very interesting reading Ray, thanks.
Wow! You wouldn't muck about in that pub. Be lucky to come out alive, or in one piece at worst

I thought that when I read the link after I visited - I might've got myself thrown out.
Love to have seen that early fire assembly. Horse and cart.
I wonder how much use the pub got to whet the lips of the navvies in building the viaduct. That's impressive, not to mention the pub.
Funny thing is there seems not to be much detailed history available - my mothers family lived in the area for many years and some of her uncles worked at the paper mills before and on their return from WW1. The paper mills were the other side of the viaduct for many years - the mill has now sadly succumbed to housing.
Re the fire station, that was part of my patch in the early days when I was a jumped-up little comms engineer. When the siren went off firemen would come from all directions - some running, some by bicycle and some came by car. I had to make a maintenance visit one day due to false alarms, and as I eased the cover off the siren system control, all the alarms went of, and before I could get to the power switch irate firemen were turning up at the door - They were non too pleased, as you might imagine. My inspector, at that time was a bit of a silly old s*d and had never actually worked on the equipment - or any other equipment for that matter - he told me to be more careful and decided to come and see what the problem was for himself. He looked at the rather complex system and said "I'll show you!" I just stood back. I knew what was going to happened. He banged the cover to release it - - hold breath - - The siren sounded, firemen appeared from all directions. I had to suppress my grin as he stood at the door trying to explain - or make excuses - I've never been quite sure of the fuzzy line between excuses, explanation and utter BS, I was later to become a master of the latter.
It was the fourth false call in a week and the firemen were paid on the basis of call-outs. Perhaps they were not as irate as they appeared.
Ray are you on commission? You're visiting a lot of pubs.
Do you tell the licencees your reason? Have to be worth a pint or three

I hope this quest of yours isn't
driving you to drink 
You are a little joker, Richard.
It's a long time since I've had a pint on a landlord - but I'd probably reject it - with the appropriate thanks - I do not mix drinking and driving these days - there are too many uninsured - and also no speak English - drivers around and I do not want to get caught up in problems they could cause - insurance is expensive enough these days.