YES, it’s (just) back open after the fire this year, Dave.
And as great as ever.
My first visit since that 33rd birthday trip I mentioned recently.
And a stop Duncan insisted on as we were virtually passing the door on a glorious Pembrokeshire afternoon.
I’d actually forgotten about the fire, as the single room is just as I remembered it from ’97, bar the usual bewildered American tourists wondering where the menu is.
Bessie is resilient, we were told, and I’m sure she is.
In her temporary absence, a charming family member poured the Bass from the jug for Duncan, while I regretted my offer to drive that day.
A couple of locals were talking Welsh when we arrived, but happily switched to Scots to chat about life and Bass.
Just a wonderfully peaceful pub, though no doubt Coldwell will wonder why they haven’t got Marshmallow Stay Puft on keykeg.
On the way to the outside loos we met a couple visiting from Bristol. They were virtually regulars. They’d even discovered the pub garden (one table), which is almost as good as the bar.
Go there now. Preferably, drive me there now.