The Three Tuns, Eastwood

Arthur John Lawrence's favourite watering hole, apparently, which he doubtless used, in an attempt to get away from his embarrassingly literate and prodigious son. If he had visited today, he would have found stuff not to his liking - kids on pool tables and noisy toilets - and, surprisingly, only two real ales (he liked a pint, did Arthur). However, these were very well kept and offered good refreshment (although I forget what they were). In addition, there was a small cabal of ex-pitmen propping up one end of the bar, with whom he could have found common purpose and/or someone to fight.
The lady behind the bar was welcoming and able to come up with crisps, nuts and pork pies (though no mustard) and she did point out a list promising a wider range of beers, which are, apparently, sometimes available. All in all, a pub serving its local community well, as it probably has since Arthur's day.