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The Malt Shovel

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The Malt Shovel
The Malt Shovel pub later converted into a shop. Lying back from the road on the corner of Siviters Lane
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6 Comments

Reply david tromans
11:43 AM on May 20, 2015 
Well ive not see my birthplace in a bery long time we where at no 3 right next to mr n mre hills shop brings it all back
Reply Sheridan
4:01 PM on January 31, 2014 
Roy who had the corner shop, used to throw a sheath knife into a dartboard in his shop!!
Reply david tromans
8:32 PM on November 9, 2013 
a shock to see number 3 I lived therei n 63 mrs hills shop and old lady Andrews next to us she gave me a slap around the face anter I walked on her blue bricks she had just washes lol lol lol
Reply david tromans
11:25 AM on October 5, 2013 
I was born in number 3 and mrs hill shop I was only small when we har to sell not long befor it was pulled down what a shame good old houses
Reply david tromans
8:28 AM on September 25, 2013 
so good to see the old house I lived in number3 and mrs Andrews at no 4 and mr and mrs hill in the shop shame all gone but not forgotton
Reply Celia Moore
3:57 AM on May 2, 2013 
My Mom Edna Payne and her parents Alice and Fred Payne lived in the house part of the Malt Shovel next door to the shop. I still have the large front door key, although it was rarely used. There was a huge trapdoor inside the front door which opened into the cellar. The front room had a lovely window seat which, as kids, we would sit on and watch the cars trying to get up the hill, especially on snowy days. I spent many a happy hour at my nan's.