I was going to skip the next one, the ultimate quick half stop, but that would have deprived Matthew Lawrenson of one of the best fonts of the week.
And how can you resist the Fforest in a place called Llanfinhangel-nant-Melan (pronounced Melon).
Of course, on both Bing Maps and WhatPub the Fforest has moved half a mile up the road to Maesmelan, as part of Operation Fool BRAPA.
I wrote about the magic of “Water Break Its Neck Waterfall” before; you can judge the magic of a place by how few visitors it gets. Radnorshire seems to get on just fine without the gastro crowd.
At least the Fforest isn’t crumbling, but it feels unimproved.
Goodness knows where they’ve come from, but inside it’s like a night out in Warrington, with everyone standing
I guess they’re all waiting for a table.
I squeeze to the bar to see a commendably tight cask range.
Monty’s is the beer of Montgomeryshire, it seems, and when it’s as good as this I can’t complain.
But as you now, I’m notoriously claustrophobic, and exposure to Welsh air improves NBSS ratings by an average of 0.25. As it did here.