Cannon Hill UK Ltd

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. On an unusually foggy morning in Cannon Hill, a delivery driver pulled up outside the old pharmacy, Cannon Hill UK Ltd. As he stepped out of his van, he noticed something odd: the usually bustling street seemed eerily quiet and empty. Just as he was about to ring the bell, he heard a faint voice from inside: 'Excuse me, sir? Are you here for my prescription?' Turned out it was just an elderly lady next door who mistook him for her regular delivery man. The delivery driver chuckled, shook his head, and walked away, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll bring flowers instead.’

2. In the early hours of one autumn night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Cannon Hill UK Ltd. As he stepped out, his dog began frantically sniffing around the pharmacy’s entrance, pausing every few steps to look up with wide eyes. The driver scratched his head, puzzled. Just then, an elderly gentleman emerged from the pharmacy, holding a box of band-aids and muttering something about his ‘stubborn old hound’ always leading him astray. The delivery man laughed, realizing that perhaps dogs do know best after all.

3. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up outside, startled by a strange humming sound coming from the old pharmacy's chimney. Curious, he peered inside and saw an elderly gentleman behind the counter, busily stirring something in a large cauldron. ‘What’s cooking, grandpa?’ asked the driver. The pharmacist looked up with a twinkle in his eye, replying, ‘Just brewing up some special nightshade elixir for the neighborhood cats.’ The delivery man laughed heartily and shook his head, muttering as he drove off, ‘Next time I’ll bring my own torch!’

4. At first light, a delivery driver pulled up outside Cannon Hill UK Ltd, puzzled by a faint echoing sound. As he stepped inside, he noticed that the pharmacy’s shelves seemed to be rearranging themselves—each bottle and box shifting ever so slightly, as if guided by unseen hands. Curious, he reached out to touch one of the bottles, only for it to gently slide into his hand like a living thing. Startled, he looked around, but the place was empty except for a small note on the counter: 'Closed for stocktaking—please come back later.' The delivery driver shook his head, smiling, and left, wondering if maybe he’d had too much coffee that morning.