Rumor has it the pub has a ghost. A friendly one, I hope—not the kind that rearranges your pint when you’re not looking. The building used to be a coaching inn, and you can feel the history. The floor slopes like a funhouse, and the doorframes are so low you’ll crack your head if you don’t duck. Seriously, watch your head. I speak from experience.
There’s also graffiti on the walls—but the good kind. Carved initials and dates from the 1800s. It’s like the world’s oldest, most accidental guestbook. Makes you wonder who was here before you. Probably someone with a better hat.
