Over the ancient humpback bridge is the village green and this large pub; built by a miller in 1602, it’s been licensed since 1800. Inside is comfortable and full of character: pantiles and flag floors, nooks and crannies, wood-burners, low ceilings and sturdy ships’ timbers. A vast inglenook fireplace divides restaurant from main bar (bar stools, rustic tables, black sofas). There’s something for everyone here: in one room we met a shooting party with dogs, all standing up and drinking (not the dogs!), on a chilly Wednesday in December. The garden is perfect for families and the food is fresh and tasty, from sausage rolls and prawn and crayfish sandwiches to sea bass with rösti (delicious), generous Sunday roasts and good-looking desserts. Wines are numerous (15 by the glass) and ales include Adnams and Woodfordes. As for the bedrooms, they’re spanking new, softly themed and double-glazed, with superb bathrooms and luxurious linens. One vaulted room has a private entrance and beams to die for. Breakfast – in the pub, by the fire – is ample and good.