The Bull’s Head. There was a big pub there with a clock, and in front of that place I can remember there was a great big trough, which was used for the horses to drink. It was like a coffin. It was as big as a stone, big stone coffin. I’ll never forget seeing a horse there that had to be shot. It had gone into somebody’s… glass somewhere, a car or something, and it had its vein and it was pumping out this blood and we go and watch and a man came with a gun and shoot it, you know. It’s what they did in those days.
