Reminds me of a dear aunt who had lodgings in a delightful pub in a little village in Wiltshire.
She loved to hear of my adventures on foreign postings and to be kept abreast of all the queer goings on up the Khyber Many was the time our regimental postman would break into an inexplicable grun when I handed him yet another field postcard addressed to:

Miss Prudence Lykes,
The Olde Cock Inn,
Tillit,
Wilts.