One night in 1889, Hammond John Smith, a local farmer, was drinking in this rambling, low-beamed 16th-century inn, with two others, when an increasingly fierce argument about who could cut an acre of corn the fastest ultimately led to his murder. The reason for mentioning this is that his ghost still occasionally gets up to mischief here, which sounds like a very good reason to visit. Packed with character imparted by the inglenooks, horse brasses and corn dollies, the hop-draped bar offers Harvey's, Adnams and a guest real ale, plus Westons cider. Descend to the restaurant for home-cooked fish pie; lamb shank; steak and kidney pudding; wild mushroom risotto; or a selection of burgers, any of which Belgian cinnamon waffles would follow perfectly. The flower-festooned garden is tailor-made for summer eating and drinking.