Regular readers will be aware I haven’t got a clue what I’m doing technology wise, and this blog is largely indebted to Pub Curmudgeon and my 15 year old son for the advice and support necessary to maintain it in any sort of shape. Mrs RM has quite addled my brain with DropBox/Google Photos/One Drive switches in recent month.
So it was I only found my Tetbury photos last night. I could have lumped them in with Cirencester but it’s very parochial round here.
On our walk up Snowdon we were chatting to a couple from Melbourne whose next stop was Tetbury. I confidently told them about that Cotswolds town’s charms, confusing it hopelessly with Lechlade. They’re probably still looking for the Crown Inn.
Tetbury is decently hilly, particularly the famous Chipping Steps, which gives the place a slight Shaftesbury feel. Those were too steep for the busloads of gentlefolk concentrating on the marketplace and antique shops, forlornly hoping to catch a glimpse of Charles and Camilla no doubt.
An impressive collection of coaching inns all seemed to have “Hotel” on the outside and “Butcombe” on the bar, which is OK.
If I can call modern bars “classic” then I feel confident labelling the Royal Oak as “Old School”. That’s more to do with the genial landlord than the modern interior though.
Probably because it’s closer to the “normal” housing, it elt like a local, but with a pitch for visitors and diners too. Much livelier than you’d expect on a weekday lunchtime, and mostly drinkers too, of all shapes and sizes. Compare and contrast with Cirencester.
Unfussy and irreverent, I’d be happy with it as my local, and so would Mrs RM. The beer range comfortably mixed the trad (Bath, Stroud) with the craft (Moor So’Hop, NBSS 3, albeit slightly hazy).
The only question, how much is that car worth ? And are those folk on the toilet walls regulars ?