We’re talking over 1,000 years old. Seriously. The core structure dates back to the 8th century, when it was a gatehouse for the Abbey. Imagine sipping a pint in a room where monks once argued about Latin grammar.
To put that in perspective: this building was already ancient when the Norman Conquest happened. William the Conqueror was basically a new guy in town when this place was already a local landmark. Mind-blowing, isn’t it?
Wait, why “Fighting Cocks” then?
Good question. The name comes from its later life as a cockfighting pit. Yes, the grisly sport was held here from the 16th century. But don’t let that put you off—the pub has long since traded feathers for frothy ale.
Today, the name is more of a quirky historical wink. It’s like keeping a family nickname that everyone knows is a little weird but loves anyway. And honestly, the vibe inside is the opposite of aggressive: it’s cozy, with low beams and a crackling fireplace.
