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Talbot
Mells
,
Somerset

Let's get the easy part over with first: What is a Talbot? A Talbot is a large heavy mostly white hound with pendulous ears and drooping flews held to be ancestral to the bloodhound, or maybe even the foxhound. They were occasionally used to run alongside coaches (to what end is unclear), which may explain the name's association with this pub, as it was once a coaching inn.

Doubtless we did not see this pub at its best. We were pretty much the only people in at the time, and the pub is a large congregation of buildings, so we were spread extremely thin. The beer was moderate, but we could see the potential here. It is a tranquil village with lots of history, what looks like a delightful pub with splendid accommodation. I can see the attraction of a weekend away in a place like this.

The church is steeped in history. In a small chapel off to the side is an unusual memorial, being very large and being topped with a lovely horse & soldier statue. The memorial names him as being Edward Horner, but it was only later that I learned the significance of that name.

Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner,
Eating a Christmas pie;
He put in his thumb,
And pulled out a plum,
And said, What a good boy am I!

Yep, that Jack Horner.

And for your edification and delight, I have even found out the meaning of that old nursery rhyme. When Henry VIII dissolved the monastic orders in 1538 and seized so much church property, the Abbot of nearby Glastonbury sent deeds to twelve manorial estates to the King in an inevitably vain attempt to curry his favor him. These were baked into a pie to fool highway robbers, a common practice in those days, and were trusted to John (or Jack) Horner, for delivery. Twelve estate deeds were sent: eleven completed the journey. Allegedly, on the way, Horner opened the pie and acquired the deed to the estate of Mells, the plum piece of property in the pie-filling portfolio. Hence, the nursery rhyme of "Little Jack Horner".

Jack Horner took full advantage of the situation and became a very successful part of the Landed Gentry. Whether or not he was truly guilty of the theft, history has branded him so. These days, the media convicts suspects before their fair trial, while in the case of Jack Horner, it has been the singing or nursery rhymes down through the years.

On the back of his newfound wealth, Jack set about improving and expanding his family's properties. His buildings were legendary, and if you do not believe me, just think of another nursery rhyme:

This is the Maiden all forlorn
That milked the Cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the Dog
That worried the Cat
That killed the Rat
That ate the Malt
That lay in the House
That Jack Built.

Yep, that Jack!

As we have noticed in previous chapters, the English do not forget from one generation to the next, especially when it comes to affairs of the Crown. The Horner family has naturally claimed that the estate was given to Jack as payment for successful delivery of the deeds, and of course you can choose whom to believe. Indeed, someone has even come up with a completely different story, that Jack acted entirely in support of the King, by hiding important Wells Cathedral documents from Oliver Cromwell in the 1640s. This story of course varies from the original by over a hundred years, and is lacking some of the fine detail that make the underhanded version so much more compelling. In either case the Horners continued to live in Mells up to the present day.

As if this was not enough to set Mells Church apart from the rest, the First World War poet, Siegfried Sassoon is buried in the churchyard, with a simple marker, engraved with: Siegfried Loraine Sassoon 1886-1967 R.I.P.


To Get There:
Somerset backroads again I am afraid. Mells is a couple of miles straight west of Frome, south of the A362. The Talbot itself is on the narrow main street with the church right behind it.


Lesson Learned



Whenever you go into a pub at a weird time of the day, when the pub is clearly not quite in the swing of things, give it a bit more latitude.

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