The Colonel Fawcett

In 1843, before taking part in the last duel fought on English soil, it’s said the good Colonel F sought Dutch courage in a nip of his beloved gin. Today, he’d find Caorunn, Bloom and Plymouth Sloe among nearly 20 on offer at the sympathetically re-jigged former Camden Arms. Unlike some of the neighbourhood’s rowdier taverns with late licences, this is a relatively sedate proposition – you could happily bring your tweedy grandparents here for Sunday roast, steak and kidney pie or haddock and leek fishcakes with a bottle of fruity Aussie Shiraz. As well as quiz nights and DJs playing 80s music at weekends, this ‘Nouveau Victorian’ pub also benefits from plenty of outdoor space – so park up on the front terrace with a pint of real ale or a cocktail (gin mojito or a Tom Collins, say) and survey the scene.