In the pub a while back an old boy reminisced how he'd go with his dad down Brewery Lane on the other side of town to pick wild hops that were the last vestige of the brewery that gave the lane its name. They used to take the hops home and his dad made beer. Being new to the area I was mad keen on his story and learning a bit of local history. He also assured me that along the riverbank there were even to this day some hops surviving.
Armed with his directions I jumped on the bicycle to see for myself.
It was of course all total bollocks. There was never a brewery, there were no hops growing and there wasn't even a farking Brewery Lane.
Oh, how I laughed.