The really exciting bit of Dorset Dawdle now. Winton.
Even with AFC Bournemouth enjoying glamour ties against Burnley and Huddersfield, I bet few of you could place Winton on the Navigator.
I took the scenic route from Branksome, following your actual Bourne as it evaded some of the dullest housing outside of Watford. The smell of fern was intoxicating.
I didn’t pass a soul.
After passing c.37 English Language schools, Winton High Street reveals its treasures as you emerge near Waitrose.
You could be in Sidcup, with which Bournemouth is no doubt twinned.
Oh look, a micro.
Inside and out, the style (single room, high table, jam jars) is unmistakable. But it’s homely, and neat, and bathed in light.
A woman’s touch, Mrs RM would say, if you were allowed to say such things in 2018.
1940s show tunes, nachos instead of scratchings, a sense of small bar rather than “middle-aged bloke serving his mates”.
And yes, the cheery owner (best accent of the year) is from Vancouver, right next door to Russ, probably.
Glastonbury Black Tor was good (NBSS 3) though CAMRA man at the bar noted it was suffering a bit, which shows there’s people even tougher on cask than me.
Loved it. And before you ask, “Moose” celebrates Marvin the Moose, Cambridge United mascot at their famous 2-1 win at Dean Court in 1993.