Colnbrook

Colnbrook made its living for centuries from people on their way somewhere else, and those people now take the motorway and don't stop. The Ostrich still serves on the old Bath road, home of the legend about a landlord who tipped his richer guests through a trapdoor into a boiling cauldron, which is still a warmer welcome than the security queue at Heathrow next door. Landlords on the Poyle industrial estates prefer to let their warehouses under the Colnbrook name, and that tells you what an old coaching inn and the birthplace of the Cox's Orange Pippin are worth on a letterhead.