Before she started I took her on a night out in Hereford, which possibly wasn’t top of her Bucket List but there you go.
Getting close to a REAL classic pub now, but first a short diversion with Mrs RM to Ledbury. You can never pass up a trip to Ledbury.
Sadly it wasn’t a return trip to this one,
but on yet another day of 26 degrees and unremitting sunshine the walk into town made up for that aberration.
Something appeared to be going on in town.
The sort of Victorian fluffery you expect in Walthamstow, in fact.
There’s not much to do in Ledbury apart from say things to your walking partner such as “That looks like the Feathers in Ludlow”, “Shall we get chips ?” and “Fancy a pint“. The response from Mrs RM to all 3 was “Mmm“, but she was lagging behind. Anyone who’s trailed behind Paul Mudge in pursuit of a pub will know how Mrs RM feels.
Normally, my heart sinks at the tell-tale sign of a micro (which is generally the absence of a sign), but the Lion won my affections by serving just two beers, both well-known round here, and feeling like a Proper Pub.
Mrs RM rushed for the loo, leaving me at the bar to attempt banter in a foreign language with some folk from the nearby campsite. They looked like members of the Waterboys touring band.
“Are you one of the poets come for a beer ? ” asked the lady.
I hate to let people down.
“There was an old lady from Ewyas Harold” I started.
Luckily at that moment Mrs RM rescued me. Anyway, a poetry festival, with the Waterboys playing or something. Hopefully just the new stuff.
Decent pub, decent beer, a bit squashed (but you guessed that, didn’t you).
Next up, the GOAT of pubs (perhaps).
*I’ll bet she isn’t. I would have joined her there tonight but it takes two hours to get there at the moment.