Thanks T pot 2 for that gallant effort. My deficient memory does not recognise any of the names.
As I faintly recall it, the pub was embedded in a row of shops. I don't think it can have been on a corner site. It was certainly neither a nightclub nor a private club. It certainly sold Double Diamond beer brewed by Ind Coope but widely distributed nationally at that time (1967). If it had more than one bar, we were in the public bar, no carpets or anything fancy like that. As you went in the bar was along the left hand side and the TV at the far end. I don't think it can have been more than a hundred yards from the Eldon place.
I was hoping Mrs Trellis would remember, as he led me there that day and it was obviously a place he had patronised before.
I do remember the cafe and the school girls. I don't know where the two girls spent the night but they would have been welcome to join us although we would only have been interested in their warm Afghan fur coats. By 6.30am we cavers and the school girls were independently wandering the streets of Buxton looking for an open cafe to get warm in, ending up in the same one drinking tea very slowly. It was unbelievably cold. If only we had got more alcohol inside us, but arriving at the pub a few minutes before it closed was in keeping with the organisation of the rest of the weekend. Mrs Trellis had recruited a non caver to drive us from Aberystwyth to Buxton in a totally unroadworthy A35 van, with the promise of an interesting trip at the end. Apart from two who came by motobike the other nine were in the A35 van. The poor driver was a claustrophobe. He managed P8 in flood without saying a word, but when we reached the surface he broke down with uncontrollable shaking and turned a kind of green colour. He never caved again.