Small, white-painted & flower-bedecked, the Sun Inn plays host to a loyal coterie of real-ale drinkers as well as diners. Squirreled away on a narrow country lane, it ticks all the traditional pub boxes – a big inglenook fireplace, old beams & timbers, country furniture & the customary knick-knacks – & stays true to its roots. Inside it’s dark & atmospheric, with the aromatic whiff of burning logs in winter; in summer the front terrace comes into play. The menu (paraded round tables on chalkboards) offers simple dishes from a lengthy, something-for-everyone repertoire: steak & ale pie or calf’s liver with mash & onion gravy are firmly in the mainstream, while specials such as pan-fried monkfish with black pepper & honey in a white wine sauce deliver a tad more ambition.