The M25 and M3 (now “intelligent”) were quite accommodating, but I’d had enough driving by the time we got to Winchester, and there were two ticks there. I always used to get it mixed up with Salisbury, but I won’t be making that mistake again.
Actually, we picked Winchester because we could park the campervan overnight for free on a Saturday night in the giant car park of the eponymous hotel. Just ten minutes from my first tick.
It was a lovely evening to explore an underrated cathedral town. The GBG Albion looked appealing with its purple setting.
The light shone out of The Westgate, illuminating the splendid Great Hall.
I fair bounded to the door, in anticipation of an evening of top class Doom Bar in a Hampshire gastro pub.
It was closed, for a private function (not the Michael Palin type).
How can this be ? A whole day closure on a Saturday in April. Don’t they get enough money selling warm halves to pub tickers.
I was distraught that I couldn’t tick Winchester off. Only Mrs RM stopped me from impersonating the bride to get in.
At about the same time, Simon was getting refused a pint at Peterborough’s giant Oakham tap, due to a charity event.
Don’t these people read our blogs ? If they did they’d know our pubbing plans and arrange their silly wedding accordingly. And anyway, pubs are for drinking
And you won’t believe what we found round the corner in the pre-emptive;