Willy, the dramatic story…………
It is believed that Willy began life (sprouted) in 2000 .
He branched out into tree-surgery at the tender age of 8. However, the sight of sap was too much for him and he wandered the lanes of Teignbridge for several years seeking employment. He tried settling in various pubs in the Teign Valley, but was always told to leaf, until, in June 2016, he found the Cridford Inn, Trusham.
In his travels he'd developed a liking for real ale. He soon twigged that the beer in Trusham was really tasty and the fact that the fishing there was really good too, meant he had no need to travel further afield.
What keeps him there, besides the 6 inch screw though the table on which he sits, is the regular topping-up of his pint glass and and the occasional bits of gossip the locals share with him.
Over the last year Willy has also been keen to support the Lifeboats, and has even offered to watch out for any drinkers in distress….those who fall in the brook after a bark-full!
Word of Willy’s humanitarian deeds have spread far and wide .
Indeed, many of his relatives, having heard of the warm welcome Willy received, were attracted to Trusham too, taking up residence in local gardens, most with their fishing rods at the ready.
We even have our own Fire Officer who is in a constant state of readiness at Taranaki, opposite the pub.
Others spend their leisure time just thinking or recovering from regular evenings sampling the Cloudy cider!
One or two of Willy’s younger cousins were only narrowly saved from a fate worse than pruning when they were spotted asleep in the bar, in the wood basket, keeping warm by the fire !!!!
Willy’s creator, Phil, also fond of a pint or three, felt that Willy needed a companion, especially as the fish he was catching needed eating. On a crisp sunny morning in early February Teresa Green made her entrance.
After a long chat about what creams Willy used on his rough bark, Teresa offered to hang around, and fetch him his ale. In return, Willy promised to buy her the occasional gin.
The landlord is hoping for the patter of tiny roots later this year…….