No, this isn't the name of a grotty boozer having tired of all of this nonsense and gone and gone off on a massive bender.
This is just the name of this small, Shropshire town. It's named after the hotel that came with the railway, extending existing Newton and the hotel, in turn, is named after the old land-owning lord.
It's hoped the residents of Corvedale Road weren't too inconvenienced by some inconsiderate parking for this was a brief passing through and they won't be back from work until later, eh?
Funny little place this, part industrial park and part Coronation Street.
The 'Museum' used to charge by the hour to look at old boxes of Ker-Plunk™ and suchlike and has to be one of the most nostalgia-stirring attractions in the country, probably.
Heading down Market Street, the child-friendly is the main attraction and you'll find it next to the Stokesay Inn.
Stokesay Castle is just down the road and is reportedly worth a look although English Heritage™ will demand some pounds for your entrance.
Meanwhile, back at the grass-roofed Discovery Centre, they advertise a number of local walks. wrote around this place, Blue Remembered Hills.
More like 'Bulls Remember Kill!' An inquisitive herd will soon have you heading back in on a B road.