The Potters Heron has been known affectionately over the years by some as the Potted Herring. I’ve known it for nearly 60 years.
It was indeed a very popular restaurant and bar. It had a thatched roof and was rather more attractive and intimate than the building that replaced it after the fire in 1966, although the hotel that rose from the ashes retained something of the character of the original building.
In 1960, or thereabouts, I was very friendly with the owner’s daughter. She was vivacious and attractive and I was very fond of her. To celebrate her birthday, her parents gave a lavish party to which I was invited. It was a most colourful and lively occasion with a band playing in the ballroom – No discos in those days!! It really was a sumptuous occasion and left a lasting impression on me.
Over the years I visited the ‘new’ Potters Heron for Headteachers’ conferences, meals out and social gatherings and felt that, although it was smart and up-market, it lacked the panache of the original building; it was more functional – the old Potters Heron had real style. I wonder if the next incarnation should be called ‘The Phoenix’ – and maybe it’s time to give it a slate roof!