The Tuckers Grave Inn, Faulkland

Well, that's it! Just got home from the pub after spending a couple of days there non-stop! And now it's closed. Bugger.
I kipped in the camper van in the car park since Saturday, and was offered a coffee this morning by the landlady when I came up for air at 9.00am. I declined her kind offer, the shock of a non alcolhic drink would have put my liver into a flat spin at that time.
I've enjoyed more than 40 years supping in the Tuckers, enjoyed some great times, met a few idiots and dozens of top flight individuals there, friends I will keep in touch with until ALL the lights go out.
Thanks to Ivan and Glenda! Enjoy you retirement.

31 May 2011 22:14

The Tuckers Grave Inn, Faulkland

As I write, I am more than 12,000 miles from this gem of a pub, but news travels fast these days. I have just heard (not confirmed as yet) that the Tuckers will be closing at the end of May. I hope, along with many others I guess, that this is not the case.

17 Apr 2011 04:50

The Tuckers Grave Inn, Faulkland

Time for another update on "Goings On" at the Tuckers , as it's about 2 years since I last contributed to these pages. Nothing much has changed with regard to the premises, except that the swallows who normally nest in the gents toilet have done a flit, which is a shame. This may be due to the fact that the leak water leak in the gents toilet, which was their sorce of liquids for years, has sealed itself. Ken is still persevering with his modern Enfield motorcycle, which gets into a tankslapper every time he rides past the Indian takeaway. Coleen and Sid recently embarked on a new business adventure in Devon, which apparently ended with claims of food poisoning against them, in the local courts. DLT is complaining of a mysterious lump in his underpants every time a young lady comes into the pub. Derek has joined the local church choir. Clue has swapped from cider to beer, as he thinks the messages he keeps hearing telling him to 'go away', are due to a bad batch of apples. Recent rumours of the pub being closed on Monday lunchtimes are being investigated, as it is suspected that it's probably a 'Lock-In' for late drinkers on Sunday nights, who give it a 'good go' until Monday evening. More news as soon as anything happens - don't hold your breath.

15 Feb 2011 22:22

The Tuckers Grave Inn, Faulkland

I'm with "Biggles" on this one, I suppose a small percentage of what is served in all pubs will not be as it should be. So you order a drink, taste it, drink it, or ask for it to be replaced or get a refund if you think it's not up to scratch. Not go away and slag the pub off without a chance to defend itself. Anyway, it wouldn't have been the landlord who served you, he would have been checking his cattle at that time!

15 Aug 2008 20:58

The Tuckers Grave Inn, Faulkland

Considering this is a traditional pub where "nothing ever happens", the place is in turmoil of late. Cil is off to live in France (please leave a round in before you go), Roger Cravat is restoring a Morgan so he can re-live his youth (amazing memory), the Pig has stopped swearing (temporarily), Clue has sold his Sunbeam and is looking for a Sinclair C5 (better brakes), Coleen is plugged in to a foreign lady who looks wonderful in the dark (Sid is secretely arranging a liaison with her in the garden shed), and the Landlord hasn't been seen on duty for ages.(What Landlord?) Ken has "151 pints in" at the last count, and Storm Trooper Bob has put up for election as a member of the Somerset Placid Party. Is there life before death?

13 Jul 2008 20:16

The Tuckers Grave Inn, Faulkland

If "The Biker" wants a really good picture of the pub, I mean one that suits him right down to the ground with all the boring bits like curtains, walls and roofs edited out, he should invest in a computer programme called "Paintshop" and make the pub look the way he wants it to!

8 Oct 2007 21:39

The Tuckers Grave Inn, Faulkland

The reviews previously posted make interesting reading, from the chap who moans about lack of care for the environment due to crisp bags being burnt on the fire (how did he get to the pub, on foot I hope), to the last correspondant who says the pub is "definitely worth a visit despite some of the locals, a limited choice of ales, and not brilliant Butcombe". Just what was it that makes the place worth a visit to him then? Oh yes, I've spotted it, the tables, chairs, and lack of paint. He must have visited on a Tuesday, when the Oxford Debating Society take the pub over. Now they ARE weird people.
Anyway, the poor taste in curtains also refered to has been resolved, we incinerated them with the crisp bags last night. I just wish the pub was on the bus route, I would get some value out of my OAP Bus Pass!

12 Aug 2007 21:43