The Duke, as its fondly referred to by locals old and young, is a proper pub. You’ve got your Gordon’s and your Absolut on the top shelf and some ice in your glass if you’re lucky. Inside pints are pulled, the Premier League is playing, and the pool table is up for grabs if you’ve got a pound to put down. While outside groups spill out past the tables onto the grassy square opposite. If heaven is a place on earth, it might well look like this.