You might think you’ve taken a Tardis-trip back to the 1920s when you step into this remarkable village pub. The floors are stone, light comes from gas lamps, ancient prints decorate the walls and one of the creaky old tables is marked out for shove ha’penny – although the American one-arm bandit is of slightly more recent vintage. Darts and board games are the main entertainment, as punters settle in to sup pints of Greene King IPA, Woodforde’s Wherry and guests such as Blackfriars Yarmouth Bitter drawn straight from the cask, as well as local cider and homemade lemonade. Food is staunchly traditional, sustaining stuff along the lines of game soup, beans on toast, suet-topped pies, casseroles and spotted dick. Ask to see the wind-up gramophone museum in one of the outbuildings. Accommodation is the former post office next door. Note: no credit cards.