Yes, dogs again.
The ones whose owners take them to the pub on long leads that wrap themselves around bar stools. Owners oblivious to folk like me tripping over and getting licked on the way to the bar. You never get that with cats, do you ?
Anyway. North Nibley for the first time ever, and a gorgeous looking pub in an area packed with them.
Thrillingly, the Black Horse is doable from my motel on the M5.
On the way I can see that the highlight will be something other than a pub.
Quite a bit of late afternoon custom in a well-run pub.
Normally, three tradesmen at the bar would be a great sign, bar blockers or not.
But I feel a bit forced into the garden. Partly by the canine takeover,
and partly by an urgent need for a plant pot (a syrupy Butcombe, NBSS 2). Far too many beers on midweek, of course.
But come here anyway, have a Guinness and lunch, then walk up to the monument.
Tyndale was one of our greatest Britons, and the monument gives some of our greatest views. Be prepared for a clamber to rival the Boston Stump though.
I think I timed my ascent well.
So there you go. South Gloucestershire delivers the goods, if not the cask.