I don’t ever remember seeing a horse on the roof when it was the Sporting Parsons, though I only ever drank there twice and that was when it was called the Cartland Arms in the mid ‘80s. On both occasions it kicked off into a mass brawl and I remember a glass smashing on the wall a few feet from my head. Never bothered again as I couldn’t see the point of drinking in a place where so many of the clientele wanted to banjo each other. The Red Lion and the Hare and Hounds were far better pubs though they weren’t immune to a punch up now and then, either.