The Bull’s Head was much nearer the … nearer the Swan, you know. Just a little bit, anyhow. Um, opposite, there was allotments, which we had one allotment there. And I can remember going there. We used to go. There was a newting pond. No, there was, there was a newting pond, we could catch newts and things in there but in our own little place we’d got a well in our garden, in our little allotment, and I went there and I fell in.
