Oooh, a very Somerset place name, as I set up camp in Exmoor for a concerted attempt to finish that GBG county for the first time.
£32.30 a night B & B in the White Horse in Washford, which I can assure you is an all-time bargain. If they can open branches across Devon and drive me round pubs I will rate them higher than Ben Stokes on Ratebeer.
Slightly out of sequence, here’s the breakfast part of the deal.
Great breakfast, but why oh why do people insist on substitutions ?
A real gem, and I know I’d been here for a GBG tick in 2014 with three lads unimpressed by my lunch stop on the way to Minehead.
Then I’d scored a half of Butcombe 2.5 and presumably chucked a half away. Now I had the luxury of a pint of Otter in a gorgeous pub garden by the babbling stream.
You can see how good this pint was.
Except it wasn’t, quite. It was fine, like last time (NBSS 2.5), and perhaps that’s why it’s not in the GBG. Everyone was drinking Thatchers.
It just shows. Something.
So I set off on the 5 mile round trip to a pub that was in the GBG.
All roads lead to Beggearn Huish, and take you through Farmer Giles’s back yard.
Roadwater is a long, straggling Exmoor village with plenty of, er, potential.
Loads of one pub villages in Exford, so they need to cater for everyone.
Yes, young, old and middling, all eating chicken sizzlers. And obscuring Bass mirrors.
I’d tell you the brewery mirrors were the highlight, but that would make me seem sad.
And it would be a lie. The overriding memory was an overpowering smell of detergent in the Gents, and a better than good pint of Exmoor (NBSS 3+), served by a jovial Landlord.
As with the walk there, on the walk back I passed not a soul.