Horsey racing. The sport of kings, apparently. Hmmm.
Quite why I chose Cheltenham Festival Week to attempt to complete Gloucestershire GBG is a mystery. In truth, I’d dropped Matt back at Milton Keynes Station and just kept driving west. The A421 does that to you.
So I ended up paying premium rate for a Gloucester Guest House and had to endure two Leeds fans already celebrating their promotion and their certain big win on Our Merlin in the Arkle Chase later that day.
The lone new Cheltenham GBG entry is actually in Charlton Kings, which is virtually contiguous (nice word) with the big town, though I’m sure it had its own heading in the GBG before.
Not much to say about Kings, though the two standout bits of architecture are very varied.
The Royal is your regulation upmarket neighbourhood dining pub for places too posh for a Marston 2-for-1.
BUT. There’s a few Old Boys drinking Thatchers at the bar, the talk is of liquid breakfasts for racegoers, and Butcombe Rare Breed is a rare treat. Normally.
For 3pm, it’s pretty lively. Emily will be popping in at 3.30 and no doubt finishing off this singular drawing of Wonder Woman.
Four pumps, I didn’t see another half of cask pulled while was there and sadly that meant a second 2.5 in a row. But it was worth £3.70 a pint to admire the royal theme throughout,
and just hope it’s not Tom Irvin that can’t make it this Friday.