I had lunch in the 'Hark To Bounty' in Slaidburn yesterday. An excellent pint and a decent lunch in what must be one of the loveliest places in England.

Less interesting, the pub got it's name when the local squire and his chums, who had parked the rest of the Hunt outside the pub, heard the melodious voice of one foxhound above all others. "Hark to Bounty!", the squire exclaimed, that being, presumably, the name of the dog.