HICKLING in the 1920s:
The Greyhound and The Bull
Ted Powles - another very fat man - kept the Greyhound Inn at the centre of the village. This is where most of the fishing fraternity gathered especially at the end of the herring season. The sawdust-covered floor of the bar would be swimming in spilled beer. One of the Greyhound’s most regular visitors was old Doctor Brown. He attended the local surgery, did his rounds and could always be found there around lunchtime. His immaculate bull-nosed Morris car was a regular feature on the forecourt.
The other pub was the Bull in Town Street. Harry Pratt kept it and it was the meeting place of poachers. Pints of beer were exchanged for pheasants, partridges, ducks and even peewits or lapwings and, of course, hares and rabbits.