"Only stopped to take a photo," I replied, putting my camera back in my pocket. "Besides, I thought the Green Dragon, as it's the oldest pub in town, would make a good location for my Little Willie!"
Luckily is was 9.30am on a bright, though far from sunny, morning and the historic Green Dragon, to my good fortune, was not yet open!
Before the Bobby on the beat could get me to blow into anything, I made my excuses and left... covering my tracks with an impressive smoke screen leaving him spluttering... or was that the Bantam! Anyway, yes, this is the oldest inn in Wymondham, even older then my Little Willie itself!
It has been said that the monks from the nearby abbey used to drink here, but that was before the days of double yellow lines and bobbies on the beat, so they could park their steeds (asses, sheep, lady friends... and bantams!) wherever they liked in those days and get away with their drunken frolics, before retiring to the sanctuary of their holy domain to ring a few bells, smoke a weed or two, knock back another flagon of mead, and leave messages on De-Facebook, before returning to their cells to be locked up for the night with nothing more than a dry crust and a wench or two for comfort. Hard days, they were! Those poor monks were so exhausted by their devotions, they never had the time for any DIY, hence the ruin it's in today! All work and plenty of play, makes monks absolutely... knackered all day!