Built like so many other pubs in Coventry to service the horse-drawn wagon trade, there was a long yard on the other side of the archway with stables and other outbuildings. I remember sitting in the back yard one day when a Dalmation escaped from the back kitchen where it was being bathed, pursued by the landlady screaming blue-murder, and then proceeded to roll around in the dirt of the back garden
I was also allowed the rare privelege of sitting on the upstairs balcony during the visit of the Queen to Coventry for the consecration of the new Cathedral in 1962.
The entrance to the Bull Yard can be seen immediately to the right of the pub.
