Reflecting on over three Decades of Joy and
Nostalgia
In the heart of our bustling little village, there once stood a quaint
little pub, “The Coxlodge Hotel”, more commonly known as “The Trap”. Over
the span of more than three decades, this now-demolished establishment was
the backdrop to countless cherished memories, vibrant stories, and heartfelt
connections. The Trap was more than just a place to enjoy a pint; it was a
cornerstone of the community, embodying the essence of camaraderie and
celebration.
The Early Days
The Trap, in its earliest incarnation, consisted of four diminutive rooms,
each with its own unique charm and character. The main bar was so small that
it could barely accommodate twenty patrons at a time, creating an intimate
and cozy atmosphere where friendships were quickly forged. The air would
often be filled with the sound of clinking glasses and hearty laughter, a
testament to the joyous spirit that permeated the pub.
Opposite the bar was a room aptly nicknamed the ‘Tudor Lounge.’ This room,
with its wooden-lined walls and open (non functioning) fire place, exuded a
kind of rustic charm that transported visitors back to simpler times. The
rich, dark wood and the warm, inviting ambiance made it the perfect place to
unwind after a long day. Here, patrons would gather to share stories,
celebrate milestones, and revel in the simple pleasure of good company.
Adjacent to the Tudor Lounge was the ‘Darts Room’, a lively hub of friendly
competition and spirited banter. The walls of this room bore witness to
countless matches, with patrons honing their skills and vying for victory.
The sound of darts hitting the board and the ensuing cheers or groans of the
spectators created a vibrant, energetic atmosphere that was both
invigorating and addictive. It later became the haunt of the ‘dog racers’,
lads and lasses with their whippets and greyhounds. Many believe that is
where the nickname derives, but not so, the nickname predates that by many,
many years. Being built c1868 on a ‘wagonway’ for the three collieries
(within the space of a less than a square mile) it is where the ‘ponies and
trapps’ were often tied whilst the waymen enjoyed a well-earned beverage.
At the back of The Trap was a room simply known as the 'Back Room,' a small
space that became synonymous with ‘merriment’. To a regular band of patrons
this room was the heart of the pub, where a hearty sing-song was almost
always in full swing. The melodies of traditional songs and the harmonies
(sic) of enthusiastic (if not always tuneful) voices filled the air,
creating a sense of unity and belonging that was truly magical. We were
though often ‘admonished’, in a friendly manner, by the manager for the
noise we created. It was here that friendships were deepened, bonds were
strengthened, and memories were etched into the hearts of all who gathered.
Even though these four rooms disappeared, and The Trap became a single room,
it did not really alter that much. Yes, the Back Room and the Darts Room
were gone true enough, but the internal structure, and new ‘central pillar’,
still made a semblance of ‘open rooms’ – if that makes sense! There was
still a corner where the bar used to be, and another where the Tudor Lounge
used to be, and that leads me to my love story…
A Love Story at The Trap
The Trap was also the backdrop to a beautiful love story – my own. It was in
this very pub that I spent many an hour courting my future wife, who was
then my girlfriend. The warmth and conviviality of The Trap provided the
perfect setting for our blossoming romance. We would sit in the Tudor
Lounge, sharing dreams and aspirations, as we planned our future together.
One of the most unforgettable nights of our lives was spent at The Trap –
our wedding night! After exchanging vows and celebrating our love, we
returned to the pub that had been such an integral part of our journey. The
air was thick with joy and celebration as we toasted to our new life
together. The following day, our official wedding celebration took place at
another beloved, though now sadly closed pub,
The Collingwood.
The Atmosphere of The Trap
There was always a great atmosphere in The Trap, one that was impossible to
replicate. It was a place where everyone felt welcome, where the worries of
the world seemed to melt away with each sip of beer and each shared laugh.
The camaraderie among the patrons was palpable, creating a sense of
community that was both comforting and uplifting.
The Trap was more than just a pub; it was a haven, a place where people
could come together to celebrate, to mourn, to laugh, and to cry. It was a
place where life's milestones were marked, where friendships were forged,
and where love stories were written. The memories created within its walls
are indelible, remaining in the hearts of all who had the privilege of
experiencing its charm.
A Nostalgic Farewell
Though The Trap has long since been closed, and now demolished, its spirit
lives on in the memories of those who frequented its cozy rooms. The stories
and experiences shared within its walls are a testament to the lasting
impact it had on the lives of many. As we reflect on the times spent in The
Trap, we are reminded of the joy, laughter, and love that defined this
beloved pub.
In reminiscing about The Trap, we honour the legacy of a place that was much
more than a pub – it was a cherished part of our lives. The memories forged
within its walls will forever be a source of comfort and nostalgia, a
reminder of the good times and the enduring bonds that were formed.
As we raise a glass to The Trap, we celebrate not only the past but also the
enduring spirit of community and connection that it represented. Here’s to
the memories, the friendships, and the love that The Trap gave us. Though
the pub may be gone, its legacy will live on in our hearts forever.
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