“Went up Nigs in evening. Mart P, Martin P & Mal came up. We all went down Fox & Hounds”
Ah, the good ol’ Fox & Hounds pub…
Actually, given the number of pubs that were within easy walking distance of all of us in Fair Oak, the Fox must have really had something special going for it? It was a good 1 to 2 mile walk up the Winchester Road to reach it … and then the same distance back under the afluence of inkahol!
The pub is – I believe – no longer in existence, the land being turned over to developers a couple of years back. This was after a remodelling job and a change of name to (just) “The Fox” in the late 90’s.
My last visit was perhaps the saddest time I have spent inside its walls, my late Mum’s funeral reception being held there in early 2006.
My photo album is packed with pics of me at the Fox in my teenage years… it really was -along with the Clock Inn – my ‘local’ of choice. No, I’m not sharing them, sorry.
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