The mens toilet door in The Flying Pig bore the legend ’Abandon all hope ye who enters here’. The only hope the women had was avoiding horseflies or frostbite, sitting out in their toilet at the end of the yard. Pub landlord Freddie would reluctantly serve them, but only through a tiny hatch in the snug. Women weren’t allowed to drink pints and were expected to keep the noise down. Harriett Plum for one had had quite enough. If Freddie wouldn’t change his ways then the newly formed Greater Crouch Temperance Society would close him down. And Harriett had another weapon up her sleeve, a sloe gin that Al Capone would have killed for. Battle lines were drawn and plans made as the Village Fete drew near. Local farmer and idiot Moses took it upon himself to save the pub but would the women care. No. Not really.