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Введение
Гостиница «Уоррен Хаус Инн» – отдалённый и изолированный трактир в самом сердце Дартмура, Девон, Англия. Это самый высокий паб в южной Англии, расположенный на высоте 434 метра над уровнем моря. Он находится на древней дороге через вересковую пустошь, примерно в 3 километрах к северо-востоку от деревни Постбридж и служит местом отдыха для путешественников с середины XVIII века.
Public house on Dartmoor in Devon, England
The Warren House Inn is a remote and isolated public house in the heart of Dartmoor, Devon, England. It is the highest pub in southern England at 1,425 feet (434 m) above sea level. It is located on an ancient road across the moor, about 2 miles (3 km) north east of the village of Postbridge and has been a stopping point for travellers since the middle of the 18th century.
История
В 1905 году Роберт Бернард писал: "Когда по трассе Моретон использовали вьючных лошадей, Нью-Хаус, или, как его теперь называют, Уоррен-Хаус Инн, находился справа от дороги, ведущей от Постбриджа в сторону Моретона, и это отражено на карте Донна. Это старое здание сгорело несколько лет назад и было восстановлено в 1845 году Дж. Уиллсом на другой стороне нынешней дороги, заняв место древней дороги для вьючных лошадей".
In 1905 Robert Burnard wrote: "When packhorses were used on the Moreton track, New House, or as it is now called, Warren House Inn, was on the right side of the road proceeding from Postbridge towards Moreton, and it is so shown on Donne's map. This old building was burnt down some years ago and was rebuilt in 1845 by J. Wills on the other side of the present road, here it occupies the site of the ancient packhorse way." quote box|quote=Here is cider and beer,Your hearts for to cheer. And if you want meatTo make up a treat,There are rabbits to eat.|quoted=1|qalign=center|source=—Inn sign in about 1831. The earliest landlord recorded is William Tapper, in 1786. The newly rebuilt inn was first named The Moreton Inn and in 1850 it was owned by William Honey of Tavistock and the host was William Warne. Not long after, Jonas Coaker, the self styled Dartmoor Poet who was born in Postbridge in 1801, became landlord and it was probably he who renamed the inn. In his day the inn was frequented by miners from the nearby Vitifer and Golden Dagger tin mines. Coaker later recounted two incidents that took place while he was landlord: in one he had to take to the moor when a crowd of miners helped themselves to his liquor; and on another occasion two miners got into a fight with a fatal result for one of them, but the survivor was let off with three weeks' imprisonment mostly on Coaker's evidence because he was able to show gross provocation. Another relates to a visitor who was persuaded to buy a flock of sheep, after consuming copious quantities of cider. The following morning he discovered that the "flock" that he had been shown by the locals that night was actually the prehistoric stone circles of Grey Wethers. The fire in the hearth, it is rumoured, has never been allowed to go out and has itself become part of the folklore of the inn. It is said that when the inn was rebuilt, the glowing embers of the fire were carried across the road on a shovel to the new hearth.
«Здесь сидр и пиво,
Чтобы взбодрить сердца.
А если вам нужно мясо,
Чтобы сделать угощение,
Есть кролики на обед».
In 1905 Robert Burnard wrote: "When packhorses were used on the Moreton track, New House, or as it is now called, Warren House Inn, was on the right side of the road proceeding from Postbridge towards Moreton, and it is so shown on Donne's map. This old building was burnt down some years ago and was rebuilt in 1845 by J. Wills on the other side of the present road, here it occupies the site of the ancient packhorse way." quote box|quote=Here is cider and beer,Your hearts for to cheer. And if you want meatTo make up a treat,There are rabbits to eat.|quoted=1|qalign=center|source=—Inn sign in about 1831. The earliest landlord recorded is William Tapper, in 1786. The newly rebuilt inn was first named The Moreton Inn and in 1850 it was owned by William Honey of Tavistock and the host was William Warne. Not long after, Jonas Coaker, the self styled Dartmoor Poet who was born in Postbridge in 1801, became landlord and it was probably he who renamed the inn. In his day the inn was frequented by miners from the nearby Vitifer and Golden Dagger tin mines. Coaker later recounted two incidents that took place while he was landlord: in one he had to take to the moor when a crowd of miners helped themselves to his liquor; and on another occasion two miners got into a fight with a fatal result for one of them, but the survivor was let off with three weeks' imprisonment mostly on Coaker's evidence because he was able to show gross provocation. Another relates to a visitor who was persuaded to buy a flock of sheep, after consuming copious quantities of cider. The following morning he discovered that the "flock" that he had been shown by the locals that night was actually the prehistoric stone circles of Grey Wethers. The fire in the hearth, it is rumoured, has never been allowed to go out and has itself become part of the folklore of the inn. It is said that when the inn was rebuilt, the glowing embers of the fire were carried across the road on a shovel to the new hearth.
Самым ранним зарегистрированным хозяином был Уильям Тэппер в 1786 году. Недавно перестроенный трактир первоначально назывался The Moreton Inn, а в 1850 году принадлежал Уильяму Хани из Тавистока, а хозяином был Уильям Уорн. Вскоре после этого Джонас Кокер, самопровозглашенный поэт Дартмура, родившийся в Постбридже в 1801 году, стал хозяином и, вероятно, именно он переименовал трактир. В его время трактир посещали шахтеры из близлежащих оловянных рудников Витифер и Золотой кинжал. Позже Кокер вспоминал два случая, произошедших во время его пребывания в должности: однажды ему пришлось выходить на болото, когда толпа шахтеров самовольно распивала его спиртные напитки; а в другой раз двое шахтеров подрались, что привело к гибели одного из них, но выживший отделался трехнедельным тюремным заключением, в основном благодаря показаниям Кокера, который смог доказать серьезную провокацию. Еще один случай связан с посетителем, которого уговорили купить стадо овец после употребления большого количества сидра. Утром он обнаружил, что "стадо", которое ему показали местные жители ночью, на самом деле были доисторическими каменными кругами Грей-Ветерс. Ходят слухи, что огонь в очаге никогда не гас и сам стал частью фольклора трактира. Говорят, что при перестройке трактира тлеющие угли переносили через дорогу лопатой в новый очаг.
In 1905 Robert Burnard wrote: "When packhorses were used on the Moreton track, New House, or as it is now called, Warren House Inn, was on the right side of the road proceeding from Postbridge towards Moreton, and it is so shown on Donne's map. This old building was burnt down some years ago and was rebuilt in 1845 by J. Wills on the other side of the present road, here it occupies the site of the ancient packhorse way." quote box|quote=Here is cider and beer,Your hearts for to cheer. And if you want meatTo make up a treat,There are rabbits to eat.|quoted=1|qalign=center|source=—Inn sign in about 1831. The earliest landlord recorded is William Tapper, in 1786. The newly rebuilt inn was first named The Moreton Inn and in 1850 it was owned by William Honey of Tavistock and the host was William Warne. Not long after, Jonas Coaker, the self styled Dartmoor Poet who was born in Postbridge in 1801, became landlord and it was probably he who renamed the inn. In his day the inn was frequented by miners from the nearby Vitifer and Golden Dagger tin mines. Coaker later recounted two incidents that took place while he was landlord: in one he had to take to the moor when a crowd of miners helped themselves to his liquor; and on another occasion two miners got into a fight with a fatal result for one of them, but the survivor was let off with three weeks' imprisonment mostly on Coaker's evidence because he was able to show gross provocation. Another relates to a visitor who was persuaded to buy a flock of sheep, after consuming copious quantities of cider. The following morning he discovered that the "flock" that he had been shown by the locals that night was actually the prehistoric stone circles of Grey Wethers. The fire in the hearth, it is rumoured, has never been allowed to go out and has itself become part of the folklore of the inn. It is said that when the inn was rebuilt, the glowing embers of the fire were carried across the road on a shovel to the new hearth.