Jan 11, 2019
5 min read
The Sinking of The Peacock Inn
Flooding had always been a problem for the ‘bottom end’ of the village, with the cellar of our house filling-up with evil smelling water several times a year. But on that August morning fifty-one years ago the water kept on rising to ooze beneath the cellar door and into the living room.
It had been raining heavily all night and the usually tranquil River Dene (which helps feed the Avon) was, by early morning…
