Ah, I hear you say, but what about the Plough at Cold Aston. It’s been through a difficult time but is now on the mend. Is that why they have a defibrilator in a red phone box over the road behind the old oak tree on what was once presumably the village green, but is now a parking place for yummy mummies/nannies dragging their offspring down to the pub for a G&T before hubby gets home in the second Chelsea tractor??
Beer was very pleasant and Habit forming from the Flying Monks.