Prenton was originally 'Prestune', a Celtic name meaning a forest 3 miles wide by 3 miles long The local Celts, were known as Cornovii, and are known to have been foresters and farmers. Given the location on the Wirral they would have had an abundance of local produce.

The Saddle Club was part of a larger farm called lower farm. The farm was tied to nearby Prenton Hall which is listed in the Doomsday Book. Starting life as a winter shelter tucked down below a shallow ridge, then changing to a Small Mill and eventually to a full working farm, with a large selection of live stock. It stayed like this for many years until the late 1950s, moving full over to a Riding stables. Sadly in the 1970s the farm was sold off and broken up in to separate areas.

The inside of the building is full of fantastic 'olde worlde' features with a fantastic vaulted ceiling in the Main bar. Black Beams with White Daub walls throughout the rest of the club.

The Lovers tale, a tragic part of the club's history.

Many hundreds of years ago, when the farm was in full swing as a mill, the story go`s. The millers daughter fell in love with a young hansome farm hand, a local lad from just across the land. Now the miller was a fear-some man, weatherd by the land and hard work, not a man to be crossed, and seen to be a man of possition in the comunity. He would not allow his daughter to be seen with a common farm hand. He wanted much better for his little girl. It was a summers day, mid afternoon and the sun was high, swept away by the heat of the day, and the fresh smell of cut wheat. The lovers embraced in a long passionate kiss, taken by the moment. They lay down to make love in the shadows of the dimly lit mill.

Unbeknown to the lovers, the miller was on his way back, and caught the couple in a passionate embrace. He flew into a furious rage, grabbing the lovers and pulling them apart.

First he beat on the boy and then he turned on his daughter, all the time shouting and screaming,like a mad man.

The farm hand did everything he could to stop him,but he was no match, for the weather hardend miller, with an almighty blow, he sent the farm hand across the mill floor and under the huge heavy mill stone, where he was crushed,to death.

No one knows what happend to the miller or his daughter after that, but on occasions the spirit of the young farm hand can be seen in the window of the club looking for his sweet love.

The tree in the walled garden is said to be the spirit of the young lovers in a twisted embrace.