Sinead in My Old Stomping Ground!

Rewind to yesterday’s post about The George Hotel, Amesbury.

I worked there at the height of the Stonehenge Travellers vs PolicePeople Debacle.

One day a traveller/pagan/gypsy/romany whatever you want to label them came into the hotel with his little daughter. She was only about 3 years old and desperate for a pee. He asked me kindly if they could use the loo. I said ,YES, of course. It’s right there.

OMG. I almost got sacked on the spot when Mrs Abbott saw them come out of the toilets and thank me.

I zipped it and smiled.

Visited a few times.

AND Drove past it every day en route to Larkhill when I was working for the MOD at the Royal Artillery HQ.

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