Faulkland ✕ Somerset
A pint worth
the journey.
One of the last six cider houses in England — a pub, campsite, café and stage at a Somerset crossroads. No fuss, no bar counter, and a warm welcome that hasn’t changed in two hundred years.
Dogs & muddy boots welcome
The Inn
No bar. No fuss.
Just proper cider.
Tucker’s Grave has never had a bar counter. Your pint is poured straight from barrels in the tap room, the way it’s been done since 1827 — which is exactly why the inn is listed on the National Inventory of Historic Pub Interiors.
Expect flagstone floors, a proper fire, cider made up the road, and conversation instead of televisions. It’s Somerset’s hidden gem — and we’d quite like to keep it that way.
1827
First licensed
1 of 6
Cider houses left in England
No bar
Cider poured straight from the barrel
Listed
National Inventory of Historic Pub Interiors
Eat · Drink · Stay · Enjoy
Four good reasons to take the long way home.
Come for a pint, stay for the weekend. Everything here is a short stumble from everything else.
01
Parlour Café & Bar
Breakfast from 8, coffee & cake all day, pizzas and burgers when the sun goes down. Gert lush, if we say so ourselves.
02
Camping
Pitch up in the field behind the inn. Firepits, sunsets, and the shortest stagger home in Somerset.
03
Holiday Cottage
Sleeps six, dog friendly, and a thirty-second stroll from the tap room. Airbnb Superhost rated.
04
Tucker's Tipples
Local cider, Somerset ales and a seasonal cocktail bus. Take a bottle home or drink it where it belongs.
Music & Events
Saturday nights,
the Grave gets loud.
Live bands every Saturday from March to November — folk, blues, rock and everything a barn full of cider can sing along to. Free entry, all welcome, dancing strongly encouraged.
“Meet you all down in Tucker’s Grave…”
Our Story
Two centuries,
barely a change.
Most pubs have a history. Tucker’s Grave is one — named for a man buried at the crossroads, licensed in 1827, and stubbornly, gloriously unmodernised ever since.
1747
The grave at the crossroads
As the story goes, farm worker Edward Tucker was laid to rest where the roads cross — the resting place that gave the inn its name.
1827
First licensed
Bread, beer, cider and victuals so grand. The little stone house on Knoll Lane becomes a licensed inn under the Rossitors.
1900s
The Wilson years
Jimmy and Margery Wilson shape the pub's character for decades — no bar, no till, cider from the barrel and change from a drawer.
1984
Glenda & Ivan
A new generation of landlords keeps the inn exactly as it should be: unchanged.
2004
Immortalised in song
The Stranglers release "Tucker's Grave" — a love letter to a pub where the twentieth century politely never happened.
Today
Still pouring
Campsite, café, cottage and stage have grown up around the old tap room — but the heart of the place hasn't moved an inch.
Venue Hire
Your do, done properly.
The Skittle Alley
Proper West Country skittles — birthdays, club nights and grudge matches settled the traditional way.
The Barn
Weddings, wakes and knees-ups of every kind, with the campsite next door for anyone who overdoes it.
Visit
Find us at
the crossroads.
Halfway between Bath and Frome, where Knoll Lane meets the Faulkland road. Blink and you’ll miss us — which would be a genuine shame.
Opening times
- The Inn
- Mon – Sat 12 – 11pm · Sun 12 – 10pm
- Parlour Café
- Fri – Sun from 8am
- Evening kitchen
- Fri & Sat — pizzas, burgers, fish & chips
- Live music
- Saturdays, March – November
Dogs, wellies and small children on their best behaviour all welcome. The cider is stronger than you think — plan accordingly.