Thursday, November 20, 2008
There’s a house called The Coach and Horses in Laverstone. You’d expect it to be a public house with a name like that and in truth it was an hotel until the recession in the 1980s. The business collapsed and it was sold by auction. It became a private house after that, belonging to some chap from the French Riviera who uses it as a holiday home.
I know the house well. When the original coaching inn, the one where the Manor stands now, burned down in 1736 only the smithy was left and the town shifted focus to the Coach and Horses. It was, by then, more conveniently situated next to the ford instead of the bridge. They later built a stone bridge over the ford, thusly Laver (the river) Stone (the bridge).
Personally, I have my suspicions about the fire. The Coach and Horses flourished for a hundred years to the day, and then fell to ruin, The surplus trade was taken up by the White Hart, which is still in business today.
A hundred years to the day. What does that remind you of?
One suspects there was a pact made there, but without traveling back I have no way to prove it. Not yet, anyway.