Legend has it the cottage got its name long before Ed was even a glint in a music producer’s eye. Apparently, a previous owner was a pickle merchant who traded in the finest brined cucumbers. Another story says it was named after the color of the original paint, which was a questionable shade of greenish-yellow resembling, you guessed it, a week-old pickle. I like to believe the ghost of a disgruntled gherkin haunts the attic, whispering marketing advice.
Here’s a surprising fact: the cottage itself is oak-framed and dates back to the late 16th century. It’s older than Shakespeare’s last play. So for hundreds of years, people have been walking past a house and going, “That looks like a pickle crate.” The British sense of humor is a deep, ancient well.
