On to Ecton. No, we’d never heard of it either.
Excitingly placed between Wellingborough and Northampton, it’s a tiny village somehow managing two pubs, one of them a “contemporary restaurant“. There’s villages three times the size locally that can’t manage one.
Ecton is very quiet on Sunday lunchtime, I presume everyone is at Billing Aquadrome, doing aqua things.
The village is a reminder of just how beautiful Northants stone is, even away from the honeypots closer to the M1.
All very well, but Mrs RM needed a drink in the Three Horseshoes.
The questions I always ask in places like this are “Why is it in the Beer Guide” and “How does it survive the slow death of the pub elsewhere“.
By having the entire population of blokes in this cheery one-roomer on Sunday lunchtime is the answer. And not contaminating the pub with cutlery.
No food except baps/rolls/cobs and crisps, and a beer range to cheer people who are bored with LocAle;
Mrs RM was doing the beer and crisp tasting, and judged both excellent (and cheap), with that Proper Job almost Oakham-like. I’ll say NBSS 3.5. The language would have made Mr H Smith blush, and I rated that even higher.
Not uniquely in Northants, an unimproved wet boozer. A wonderful photographic record of the village on the bookshelf suggests that not much has changed here in the last century.
A homely place, we were welcomed as guests, and left with “Nice to see you”.
A simple thing, courtesy. Why can’t all places be this good ?