This pretty whitewashed pub, actually two 19th-century cottages knocked together, is legendary both for its location and its minuscule proportions – two tiny bars separated by a sweet shop. The ‘little bar’, just 10ft square, manages three handpumps – Black Sheep, their own Beckwatter and a guest ale. Inevitably, everyone ends up on the benches outside, but that’s no hardship when the pub sits in a leafy glade by a branch of the river Esk. The ‘big bar’ is equally charming, with an open fire and furnishings from Beck Hole station’s old waiting room. Kids will naturally gravitate to the sweet shop for sherbet fountains, flying saucers, humbugs and the like. Food here means a pork pie or a Beck Hole butty – a bap filled with ham, cheese, corned beef or pâté. That’s it.