Olde Sun

The first thing that will catch your eye when you arrive at this tucked-away 18th-c golden stone pub is a row of bright blue-painted grain kibblers along the edge of the fairy-lit front terrace (with picnic-sets), though these are by no means the last of the bric-a-brac you'll find here. All manner of it hangs from the ceiling and is packed into nooks and crannies in the several small linked rooms. There's brassware (one fireplace is a grotto of large brass animals), colourful relief plates, 1930s cigarette cards, railway memorabilia and advertising signs, World War II posters and rope fancywork. The nice old cash till on one of the two counters where they serve the well kept Banks's, Greene King Ruddles, Hoggleys and Marstons Pedigree is wishfully stuck at one and a ha'penny. Furnishings are mostly properly pubby, with the odd easy chair. There are beams and low ceilings (one painted with a fine sunburst), partly glazed dividing panels, steps between some areas, rugs on parquet, red tiles or flagstones, a big inglenook log fire, and up on the left a room with full-sized hood skittles, a games machine, darts, Sky TV, cribbage and dominoes; piped music. In the garden you'll find other antiquated hand-operated farm machines, some with plants in their hoppers.