Who doesn't love a village pub, in fact this strange village down the hill had 4 or 5 many years ago, but now has just the one. This building on the left used to be The Red Lion on the village green, which closed in 1972.
But lets go back to 1800 and a sad moment in it's history that links this pub to the local churchyard. There is a gravestone for the young daughter of publican John Collins, her name was Martha Collins.
The headstone reads:
“Twas as she tript from cask to cask,
In at a bung-hole quickly fell;
Suffocation was her task;
She had not time to say farewell.”
What happened was she was in the cellar playing on top of the barrels. As she skipped from barrel to barrel she tripped and went head first in a full barrel of beer and drowned.
Such a sad story and there may have been more outside on the green where the village stocks were situated. You could sit outside with a pint and watch any naughty villagers locked in the stocks, while others throw rotten fruit and vegetables at them.
Everything is this village looks very well maintained, lovely shot.