This just popped up from a friend of mine. The mid 90's and I was made redundant from my North Sea oil company, and had to decide what to do next. The industry was in one of its cyclic downturns, and I'd always fancied having a pub. We had an old farmhouse in East Devon at the time, and we initially were looking at pubs to buy. Having viewed quite a few in the south west, and seen so many disaster stories (bankrupcies, suicides, divorces etc), erring on the side of caution we decided to rent, initially at least. This pub, The Plough in Prestbury on the outskirts of Cheltenham was the place we chose. We had a rolling one year contract, with the rent fixed for three years. As we were coming to the end of the first year, out of the blue I had an offer to get back in the game, resident in Qatar. We'd had a good year in the Plough, made some money, but long hours etc, so gave my intention to no renew the contract. This photo was taken from the church graveyard opposite the pub. There's a one acre orchard behind the pub which I'd turned into a beer garden, with a jazz duo on Sunday lunchtimes in the summer.