Fond memories have been shared of a Herefordshire pub that has remained on the market for months.

The Castle, in Little Birch, has been remembered on the We Grew Up in Hereford Facebook group, with regulars reminiscing about happy times at the bar.

The rural pub has been up for sale since July, with a £500,000 price tag.

Estate agents Chancellors said the property has potential income on the commercial side of the property and conversion potential for extra accommodation and is being sold as a result of retirement.

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The agents said the property is in the centre of the village with views over the countryside and offers a public house and family home. 

It comes complete with a restaurant and bar alongside a separate professional kitchen.

Commenters on the Facebook post, which displayed a picture of happy customers near the bar in the 1970s were quick to mention their connections to the pub.

Sharon Kirkby, remembering her fun nights in the pub said: “Always went there for a game of crib. Fantastic times was a great pub. Everyone so friendly.”

Shirley Evans said: “Nice pub back then lots of great times in there”

Leighton Davies, speaking of his family connection to the Little Birch watering hole, said: “Wow that's brought back some memories. We lived on Pendant Pitch. My Dad Bernard was great friends with Ray Morris.”

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Clive Parker shared some brief history of the pub, including his ancestral connection: “Thomas Jones and his wife Mary Ann (nee Cooke) owned The Castle Inn around 1851 and he farmed opposite it in Little Birch, having lived in Laysters ten years earlier and subsequently in Church Cottage, Callow and Aconbury.

“They had three sons John, Thomas and William and their daughter, Elizabeth was my paternal great-grandmother, and Thomas and Mary Ann my great great grandparents.”

Stephen Reynolds shared his childhood memories of his father at the pub, saying: “Used to go down and watch my dad and a few others play crib. Never understood it then, 50 years later and I still don’t get it”.