The Spaniards is a great pub. Dickins set a scene there in Pickwick Papers. My father used to walk there for a Sunday lunchtime pint in summer (from Primrose Hill so you needed a pint by the time you got there). Because of its situation in the middle of the Heath, I suspect it's custom has been eroded by the laws affecting drinking and driving. It is not a natural place to walk to on a dark winter's night with a guitar under you arm. I wish it the best of luck, anyway. But living in Wiltshire now, I am not going to be able to have the pleasure of squeaking my fiddle there.