Mrs Steve has confirmed that it was Nora who had the place at that time (I'm not good with names!). It was/is indeed a superb pub. The old boys always sat on wooden benches drinking Guinness straight from the bottle, and a small girl regaled us one evening with some of the finest tin whistle playing you'll ever hear. The weather didn't play ball that August, we got three punctures in the Morris Minor in four weeks, and I became infested with over thirty sheep ticks sucking me dry, but hey ho!