18th January 2020
I hope these dates I’m sticking up help in your appreciation of my epic journey.
Once I finish the Cornwall trip there’s just a write-up of a messy 3 days in West Yorkshire and Manchester and I might just finish that in time for the January Stocktake but don’t set your clocks by it.
“Keep driving ! Keep driving !” said Sis as we passed Launceston, which isn’t that bad, if you enter the city walls at nighttime with a guard.
The islands apart, Devon is my biggest challenge to GBG completion before I die (posthumous completion is an interesting prospect).
Driving through on the A30 and M5 you don’t pass a great deal, but Sis kindly said she’d help me tick the Blue Lion at Lewdown, about which I knew nothing.
Wiki tells me “The Anglo-Saxon Chronicle states that in 825 a battle was fought involving the Westwealas (Cornish) and the Defnas (men of Devon) at Gafulforda near Lewdown”.
I assumed the battle was over a can of Verdant Putty DIPA being smuggled over the border,
but further research reveals it follow a stamped to get out of local “comedian” Jethro’s club before he took the stage.
On the edge of Dartmoor but avoiding the worst of the Chiswick summer invasion, its setting is as plain as the pub itself.
Oddly, I didn’t take a picture of the outside of the Blue Lion,
but as they say it’s the inside that counts. I think that’s what they say.
I can sum the pub up in one photo.
OK, OK, just for Old Mudgie, the pub cat and dog shot.
Decent seating, young and old, village chat, sports TV, decent coffee and the dregs of a decent half of Sunshine that Sis awarded a 3 and she’s never wrong on such serious matters.
Just a good village pub, one more tick on my slow but steady route to the edge of Devon.
If Duncan is the hare, I’m the tortoise.
Yes, press play on the video now.