Lancelot Pub

Lancelot’s the town that never was. It was laid out in the late 1800’s, the pub and a few minor buildings were built, and it stopped right there. My great grandfather was the licensee, and my maternal grandfather, aged 2, fell into the underground tank below the kitchen floor and nearly drowned. Fortunately, the kitchen staff were quick off the mark and pulled him out again. Today the ruins of the pub sit on private land about 15 kilometres from Peterborough.

Approx. 86cms x 67cms inc. frame.