What a spectacle! This is one of the reasons for my unending gladness of living in Exeter, it simply oozes history. I finished my pint of cider today, enjoyed in the Ship Inn in St Martin’s Lane, previous customers include Sir Francis Drake – it dates back to the time of Elizabeth I. Think oak beams, uneven floors… Elizabethan houses were built to last, unlike the crap being erected since world war II. “Little boxes made of ticky tacky, little boxes all the same”. Why do we put up with this crap?