Look for a charming black-and-white timber-framed building on George Street, with old wooden beams zig-zagging across the walls and a sign hanging above the door that reads "DYLANS"-it's right next to the pavement, so you really can't miss it.
Now, as you stand here, imagine George Street hundreds of years ago-dusty, noisy, bustling with traders, horses, and the occasional nobleman trying to look important. The Old Kings Arms has been waiting right here since the fifteenth century, its thick wooden beams whispering stories of medieval mischief. Picture the glow of candlelight flickering through these windows and the laughter of townsfolk mingling with the clatter of mugs. Back then, you might have rubbed shoulders with traveling minstrels, scheming merchants, or maybe even the occasional king’s spy (but let’s not get anyone in trouble today). If these timbers could talk, they’d tell of feasts, brawls, and secret pacts by the fireside. But don’t worry-the only trouble you’re likely to find these days is deciding which craft ale to try first! After being closed for over a decade (imagine the silence after so many centuries of noise!), the Old Kings Arms came back to life as "Dylans" in 2015, proving you can’t keep a legendary pub down for long. So, take a deep breath-you’re standing in the heart of living history, right where countless stories began. And if you hear ghostly laughter after closing time, well, you didn’t hear it from me!
