Black Horse

You're walking down County Road in Walton, and the Black Horse announces itself without fuss—just a classic pub frontage that's been pulling pints for years. Step inside and you'll find the kind of place where the bar staff know what you're drinking before you ask, where match days get properly lively, and where a tenner gets you a decent drink and some actual conversation. It's the sort of neighbourhood pub that keeps communities going, Greene King or not—the kind where you can nurse a pint for an hour without anyone making you feel unwelcome, or shift three quickly with mates and nobody bats an eyelid.