CIDER & SKITTLES

The last pub on my first excursion of the Summer into Zummerzet had been on my list for years.

A short hop from Taunton, a safe distance from the terrors of Bridgwater, tucked into the Blackdown Hills, home of 97 year old landladies and Otter.

I hoped I might get Otter in the Lamb and Flag on Blagdon Hill.

No such luck, but I did get a pub with a drinking porch, flagstone floors, a good mix of custom and flawless staff.

If in doubt, ask the barman what’s going quickest when you can’t lean over the bar and see what’s dripping most.

It just had to be the Dartmoor with a handwritten paper label, didn’t it.

Now, the reaction to my previous post was to suggest I get a fault finding card and book an appointment to discuss diacetyl in my half drunken half with disinterested bar staff.

But when it looks like this, there’s no need for scientific analysis, is there?

It was drinkable, but not worth the effort (NBSS 2).

I took my glass on a tour of the skittle alley, failed to find a pot plant and the Gents had to suffice.

But the staff were SO nice I gave the Lamb & Flag a chance to redeem itself, and had a half of Sheppy’s from the barrel.

It was great. Sometimes you’re best drinking what the locals drink, instead of what CAMRA reckon, you know.

16 thoughts on “CIDER & SKITTLES

  1. There’s right proper pubs down that way.
    Another forty miles and you’re at the Drewe Arms at Drewestainton taken over in 1919 by my distant relative Mabel Mudge and run by her until retirement seventy-five years later. Her knees must have lasted longer than mine.

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  2. That’s a crack-cocaine of a headline right there. Very fine looking alley, I’d have had to launch three down the side of those pins.

    There was a time in the West Country when it was best ‘not’ to drink what the locals were drinking, but the cider has improved no-end since the days of warm Wilkins from a poly-barrel behind the bar, or Taunton!

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    1. I love those skittle alleys. Once went down to Devon for a family wedding and the locals were revolting when the Yorkshire/Cheshire ad-hoc team thrashed the pub team at their own game the night before the wedding.

      Very astute observation by Martin here – no point drinking ale in a place where there is a fine heritage of traditional cider making … there’s usually a supply of the local stuff in plastic containers somewhere and the trick is to drink it half and half with the branded cider.

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  3. “on my first excursion of the Summer into Zummerzet ”

    Goodness! Is that due to a new EU regulation? 😉

    “home of 97 year old landladies and Otter.”

    I get the landladies bit, but is Otter a beer, a dog or perhaps the original lamb with flag?

    “I hoped I might get Otter in the Lamb and Flag on Blagdon Hill.”

    Ok, now I think that you’re participating in the sheep dog trials with otter as your sheep?

    “but I did get a pub with a drinking porch,”

    I saw one of those in New York. That’s how they get those tilted rooms, yes?

    “when you can’t lean over the bar and see what’s dripping most.”

    That answers my question from a few posts ago.

    “But when it looks like this, there’s no need for scientific analysis, is there?”

    Stuff the scientific analysis; all that counts is how it tastes.

    “It was drinkable, but not worth the effort (NBSS 2).”

    See?

    “It was great. ”

    Vindication!

    Cheers

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    1. > Surely there’s a gap in the market for cider only blog? You could travel the country drinking keg Thatcher’s or bottles of K?

      Or a Tizer blog.? You could travel the country drinking Tizer !

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