In such a pub it’s calming to remember the past. Here in Winchester, in what was once England’s Saxon capital, is a room of crooked tankards and mismatched paintings, curtains hanging mournfully before the once-varnished wood of tables and chairs.
In such a pub it’s calming to remember the past. Here in Winchester, in what was once England’s Saxon capital, is a room of crooked tankards and mismatched paintings, curtains hanging mournfully before the once-varnished wood of tables and chairs.