Originally a row of cottages, this homely old local in the Peak District National Park gets its name from an (allegedly) unbeaten 18th-century racehorse owned by the 4th Duke of Devonshire. The neat garden is a pretty place to sit in the summer with a pint of Abbeydale ale and the papers, while coal fires, a jumble of battered furniture and wobbly walls covered with fading photos of local cricket teams are reminders that this is a deeply traditional, defiantly untarnished boozer. Appropriately, the food is simple, homemade and delicious – soup, a proper ploughman’s and hearty casseroles (rabbit, pheasant or liver and bacon served with veg from the landlady’s allotment). If you fancy spending some quiet time chatting to the locals or playing cribbage in a pub that feels like someone’s front room, this is just the ticket.