Had many happy evenings at the Pink Pony, as it was known throughout the end of the 80s and early 90s when owned by Tony. The place was more like a social club than a pub, you'd always know someone in there. It's never been the same since!

My grandmother's parents were the publicans there in the 30s/40s. She was quite young when they ran it but would tell us stories about feeding the funeral horses that were stabled round the back of the pub. Hence the name The Black Horse.