Just to be clear, travelling the country, staying in cheap hotels and visiting English pubs (with or without a Chinese takeaway at the end of the day) is an absolute joy.
But empty pubs and tired beer are getting a bit wearing. And this month has tested the patience. For the first time ever, I think I’ll have more pints than not that I don’t think should grace the Beer Guide in June. I’m not alone, just read BRAPA in Cornwall.
Wiltshire pushed me over the edge. And not just because I had to jump into the hedge to avoid the cyclists whizzing down to Hazeland Mill on their way to visit Jeremy Corbyn’s birthplace in Kington St Michael (possibly).
But the Dumb Post Inn was packed at noon on Saturday, and not just with gentlefolk from the caravan parks down the hill.
The pub sign is the best thing about it.
All you need to know about the Dumb Post is contained in the photos below;
Yes, homely style dining, with families aimlessly wandering around the pub waiting for the alpha male* to choose a table to sit at.
Then more folk turned up and they kissing started each others cheeks. IT’S NOT FRANCE ! Or perhaps it is, I lose track of GBG branch changes.
An Old Boy at the bar cheered me up slightly with an order of “Lasagne and chips, with mushy peas and cheesey garlic bread. I’ll push the boat out.” I sense he pushed the boat out every Saturday lunchtime.
And to be fair, not ALL the tables were set for dining.
At least, due to indecision and kissing, I got to the bar first, faced with a beer range so vast (more than one) that the barmaid needed to turn them round to identify the beer. You’ll have to work it out for yourself. I can’t remember which one it was.
Perhaps it was Tribute. Anyway, it was borderline undrinkable (NBSS 1.5). I left what you can see below.
For a Proper Pub in Calne, which is scarily close, I recommend the White Hart in town. I think you can avoid the sight of people kissing at lunchtime there.
Oh, and did I mention the handwash ? It’s Rhubarb and Pink Peppercorn you know.
More gastro fun to come.
*Sorry – it’s the heat