Not a good start to my researches as I found the Barley Mow was tinned up:
A few locals were chatting and playing pool and mostly ignoring the live footy. Unusually there was greyhound racing on the other screen.
On to the Ploughman, another sixties boozer:
Next, the Black Angus:
The landlady spotted an unfamiliar customer (I don't suppose they get many outsiders in Canny Farm) and came over to introduce herself, so I explained about the guide and showed her the book. She encouraged me to stay for the Liverpool game when they would be offering free scouse.
I'm no expert but the layout and some of the woodwork look original here, just as they would have been when it was built in the late sixties. I must say the lounge side was exceptionally tidy and well cared for.
Finally, out of Canny Farm towards my final destination. First I passed the site of the Princess, just a flattened area and the remains of the sign:
There was a steady stream in and out of the door carrying betting slips to and from the bookies in the car park, each one letting an icy blast into the otherwise warm room.
Outside I could see a pleasant beer yard, but it was way too chilly for anyone to use it today, except for one hardy smoker.
Yet another sixties boozer, I think, but there's not so much original inside, perhaps the layout is original.
Halfway down my Guinness, I counted approximately thirty people in the room, of which exactly one was female. The backgound noise was a solid hubbub of conversations that you just don't come across so often nowadays.
As I got further down my pint an old bloke was setting up speakers and other kit, so I'm guessing it'll be a lot noisier in here later.
An interesting view of the twenty-first century was provided by three young lads who took the table next to me. They each had a half of lager, back when I was that age I wouldn't be seen dead with a half! And I still tend to that attitude which is why I can only tick off four or five pubs per trip.