The Millstone Inn, Stamford

Should have guessed from the left-field pub sign depicting a pair of female legs in black and white stripey tights and red shoes that this one would be someone’s interior nightmares show and indeed the internal décor and ambience is, to quote Sir Humphrey Appleby, ‘a brave choice’ – messily stripped wood floor, black metal chairs and a general air of weirdness. No other customers spotted on our Saturday afternoon visit, unlike a number of other pubs we did either side of this one. One ale on the go, a poor Marstons Pedigree. Suspect it won’t survive much longer in this state, unless the locals are just as crackpot.