This smallest estate pub on a rather sprawling
mid-20th-century estate was probably just about my local when I was growing up.
I can say without shame, though, that I’ve never been in, and as it remains
real-ale-free, I can’t see myself doing so any time soon either.
The sign, though, I like: it has a certain Tenniel-like quality and charm,
though so far as I’ve been able to discover it’s not by the man himself, but an
anonymous piece of clipart.
As for the origin of the name, well, everything so far
proposed strikes me as fanciful, claw-clutching nonsense so I won’t be acknowledging
any of them even in passing.
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