I’m writing this on my Huawei after a session at the Blind Tiger in New York, so don’t expect much.
The lovely GBG had given me 3 new Guide entries within a mile of Bradford on Avon station, the middle one an attractive mile walk along the Avon.
Gunshot and alternative lifestyles ahoy.
The Cross Guns at Avoncliff has been taunting me for years with its extremely generous open hours, but you really need to combine it with a Bradford whose micro’s hour are rather more challenging.
Despite a gorgeous location a miles walk east of town, and a dedicated railway station, some folk insist on driving to Avoncliff.
Which is just daft, as the road back into town is tighter than the City defence. (defense for our US readers).
Avoncliff seems to be just a destination pub, a bit like the Greyhound at Hawkesbury Junction.
There’s more seating overlooking the canal than inside, where the staff wear bow ties, say “Hello” twice and deserve more custom.
The view from the garden is stunning, the now ubiquitous Box Tunnel Vision is rich and tasty (NBSS 3+) and I realise what a privilege it is to be travelling round the country visiting pubs like this while Mrs RM slogs away in Deptford on IT projects.