1959, a pal and I were cycling in Wales, staying at Youth Hostels. A hot day, on the road from Newtown to Aberystwyth, which back then seemed to see a motor vehicle about every 10 miles - scarcely busy. Stopped at an old coaching inn (wonder it it is still there?) sweaty and weary. Mine host, seeing our parlous state, asked what we would like which turned out to be ham and eggs - I think the chickens had to be moved over and the ham was sliced off a side of ham damn near as big as we were (I'm 6 foot and back then about 13 stone) hanging from the ceiling in the kitchen (which could be seen from the bar). Rescued from imminent collapse, we took our second beers outside. Across the road was a stream, so shoes and socks off, dabbling our feet in the icy water - bliss!
Mike