Now to the pub I know you’ve been waiting for, the Siege of Orleans in Carterton.
Why, between Crocodiles of the World and Ducklington, of course.
I’d seen it, marked just off the A40 between wonderful Witney and boring Burford, but I assumed it was a small village serving Brize Norton Airfield, which is where they fly the ready-built micro pubs into.
But I’d never heard of it, 15,769 inhabitants and all. Which is where the Good Beer Guide comes in.
I dare say there’s bigger towns in Scotland that I’ll never visit as there’ll never grace the GBG. Belshill, for instance. But I’ve been to Carluke, and Carterton makes Carluke seem like Ludlow.
This is the main street.
“Functional” would be the kindest thing to say, a bit like an East Coast seaside town without the seaside. But Wikipedia tells me there’s seven hairdressers, so at least there’s a choice of places for your mindless banter.
But turn right just after the Pizzeria and Tanning Room and you get a little bit of magic.
Carter’s Lane is a joy, setting out famous scenes from village/town history;
It looked a youthful, buzzy place, and sure enough I joined another Old Boy at the bar debating the weather after admiring the furnishings.
I couldn’t fault it, bar the lack of other customers, and the Old Geordie at the bar was chatty enough over the Indie soundtrack (notably Hard-Fi).
He recommended the Stockport Porter, and he was right to do so. A rich, cool NBSS 4. First Stockport beer I’d seen in months and it pops up in Oxfordshire.
Loads to do, including a board with letters of the alphabet you can rearrange to try and guess the WiFi password (or write rude things).
Or you can see how many superheroes you can name on the way to the loo.
But clearly, in the Parliamentary constituency formerly held by David Cameron, there was only one topic of conversation in 2018;