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This picture (below) was taken around 1914 shortly after Fred C Potts had become landlord, taking over from his elder brother, who, apparently, had inherited the pub as heir but returned to his trade as a joiner.
[[File:Fox & Hounds Bellingham.jpg|frame|center|alt=Fox and Hounds Pub Bellingham around 1914|Fox and Hounds Pub Bellingham around 1914]]
08/11/1995 Christine Hill of the Fox and Hounds in Bellingham declares herself insolvent.
16/07/1996 Demolition of the Fox and Hounds in Bellingham causes the road to be closed.

[[Hynes, Annette - Obituary|Annette Hynes]], a retired architect and, at a the time, one of the Heritage Centre's trustees, bought the Fox to convert it into flats but, when the builders moved in, they found that the only thing holding the place up was layer upon layer of wallpaper laid over the years! So the whole area was demolished and rebuilt as rather nice town houses.

That was the pub that [[Dalton, Clive|Clive Dalton]]’s father used, having the excuse that he always had to see Jackie Potts about a Leek Club matter. Even on the rare occasions that he went to church, it was just across the road from the Fox and Hounds.

[[Dalton, Clive|Clive Dalton]] predicted that, during the war, a single German parachutist could have captured the entire Home Guard, where his father was a sergeant, as they could all be found in the Snug at the Fox!

It remains uncertain why it was called The Nappers.

==Memories of Sunday Papers==
''By [[Dalton, Clive|Clive Dalton]]''

Jackie Potts at the Fox and Hounds kept 2-3 milking cows to graze his two fields, so there was a small byre for them at the back of the pub.

But this played a far more important role than housing cows, as once a week it was the venue for the sale of Sunday papers.

The ‘Sunday paper man’ arrived without fail each Sunday about 11am in his small black 2-door Ford car, and set up some trestle tables in the byre - which thankfully Jackie had ‘mucked oot’ in winter after letting the cows out for water into his field in good time.

Who the paper man was nobody really knew. All we knew was that he’d come from Hexham, and certainly had a full range of newspapers, and even had comics for the kids.  It paid to get there in good time to avoid the queue - and the prolonged cow-byre aroma!
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