
29/06/2025
The local eggs for sale outside said it all - we were visiting another proper country pub. We're in Sambrook next, a tiny village between Drayton and Newport that's home to peace, quiet and our number 360, the Three Horseshoes.
The early years of the Three Horseshoes, a common name for blacksmith-founded beerhouses, are dominated by the the father-son duo of Thomas and William Goodwin, both blacksmiths by trade, who had established their beerhouse by 1851, and also by village butcher Clement Woolley who took the pub into the 20th century and through the Great War until he died in 1929. I suspect the brick and sandstone outbuilding next to the pub has something to do with the trades worked here, perhaps serving as the Goodwin's smithy or Clement's shop once upon a time. Someone from the village may know more!
A public bar, lounge and games room make up the interior of the 'Shoes, with a beer garden to the rear and a roadside terrace through the front door completing the set. It's an easily likeable pub of quarry tiles, timber furniture and the colour red that somehow manages to keep going as a wet-led venture, though burgers and hotdogs are available when they have an event on.
Charlotte thoroughly enjoyed her excellent half pint of Three Tuns Solstice in the sun while I, still firmly in the clutches of a vicious hangover, gingerly and reluctantly attacked my hair of the dog half a Guinness. We appreciated the lengthy conversation we had with Remy, a master Guinness shamrock pourer, and her partner Tej who together help landlady Gail run the place. Remy had a ghost story or two to tell including that of a female spirit who kicks up a fuss if she doesn't like the present masters of the house. Fortunately for Gail it's been all smiles from the ghostly maiden so far which is undoubtably the best feedback of all!