The village name absolutely resonates with ‘Ye Olde England’ and must have tourists quivering with delight. It is an ancient place named in AD 972 as Snoddesbyri, the stronghold of a man called Snodd. At one time called the Royal Oak. This pub has both stone-flagged and rough-hewn timber floors. The legend of the ghost that haunts the Oak is quite horrific. A previous proprietor had a number of children, one of whom was continually crying. He threw the mite through a window onto a stone yard where she died immediately from her wounds. Nowadays, the Oak exhibits ghostly manifestations including the sound of a crying baby silenced by a sudden short, sharp scream.