Another imposing manor in the New Forest, and a good conservatory dining room. Like the bubbly glasses, the table and chairs, as well as the cutlery, seemed to have been rather self-consciously mismatched, presumably to give a semblance of relaxed casualness, which also appeared in the friendly but less than expert service. Despite the odd glasses, the fizz was fine, and a reasonable price, and a good match for the "piggy bits" the four of us chose as amuse bouches, in particular very crackly pork crackling, the soft pig's ears, and the salami and chorizo sticks. Surprisingly, given the name, there was very little on the menu in the way of starters or mains that reflected the porcine bias one would have expected. We decided to ignore the starters, and I opted for a pork chop, which was large and succulent, and the other choices were a large tender rib-eye steak and the fairly ungenerous and slightly gunky venison casserole which gave the impression that it had been thickened with flour. The desserts, an unattractive apple tart, a segment of custard tart carelessly arranged on the plate, and steamed ginger sponge with pear supposedly for two but barely enough, were almost acceptable but again the size of portions was unequal. Coffee was taken in the lounge, without the offer of any petits fours, and we found our coats in the hall as we left, having split the not particularly competitive bill down the middle.