Flying Horse Hotel

A Memory of Nottingham.

I remember the flying horse hotel I have fond memories of my auntie Kath working in the hotel kitchen at 8 years of age I'd go down the allyway at the side and tap on a window through the metal grid with a pencil run down the allyway and round into the back of the hotel where the turntable for cars were auntie would meet me there and take me into the kitchen the head chef was a big man and very kind I had lots of treats such a shame it's not there anymore 😕