Springfield Park Tavern
Big boozer filled with local raconteurs bending the ear of anyone who'll listen. Well, so it seemed to us anyway. There we were, trying to order a couple of beers, only to be accosted by the self-proclaimed 'local yo-yo champion'. With no yo-yo in sight he regaled us with stories of dubious success and glamour, and insisted his name was The Beast. Maybe its just us, we do seem to attract these types, but we reckon random freaks are as good a reason as any to give a pub a try. This one's nice enough and there's plenty of space to hide in when it all gets a bit much.