A funny old boozer on a B-road somewhere in the west of England.

The car park has a few nasty potholes and in the garden is a rather decrepit children’s climbing frame in the form of the house of ‘The old lady that lived in a shoe’ (a giant shoe). The bar and lounge are littered with assorted bric-a-brac, though customers are rather more sparse. The light is a bit too dim to really make out the pattern in the carpet. There’s a lingering smell of fat, mixed with bleach.

At the bar there’s always a copy of the local paper and, above it something interesting to eat on the blackboard… even if the ‘Special of the day’ space is blank.

Perhaps you know the place well. Grab yourself a drink.