The Brewery Outing to our Village Mulbarton c.1890
- and bless me if I remember a rainy day - along came the Brewer's men, their
wives and their children. They came from the town to our village, the horses
would be dressed up with plumes and ribbons, and al the people in their Sunday
best.... As soon as the cavalcade arrived, the horses would be taken to the
stables, and the people would all make for the pub. They'd have dinner there,
and boy what a dinner! And speechifying of course. Then on to the Common for
Sports. My! Didn't I love the barrel-rolling.... Those men who were going in for
the race would gather at a certain place, then at the word 'Go' they'd roll
those barrels at a spanking pace - just using one hand to keep the thing a-rolling....
When it began to grow dark, the horses would be harnessed to the drays, and off
they'd go at a fine trot, the women holding torches aloft. Many's the time I've
followed them most of the way back to the town.
from 'Within Living Memory - a collection of Norfolk Reminiscences' (written
and compiled by members of the Norfolk Federation of WIs, 1971) All anonymous.)
The presence of
another pub - a 'beer house' in fact - at the south end of the village seems to
have been no threat, and for a time there were family links:
'In 1907 my
Grandfather and Grandmother, 4 sons and a daughter, moved to the World's End.
His name was Harry H. Carver. His daughter later kept the Tradesman's Arms for
over 30 years - Frank and Blanche Swain.' Nesda Gray