March 2020
I was a bit disappointed at the lack of new Forest of Dean entries in the new GBG; a man who is scared of Cinderford is a man who’s actually been there.
Westbury-on-Severn is close, but it still feels like a dormitory village for Gloucester.
The floods hitting the northerly Severn towns seem to have spared Westbury, though it was too muddy to walk the half mile down to the Severn to measure the height of the river for you.
Not a lot to say about a village of 1,792, but the Dutch water garden at Westbury Court is a gem, based on my view through the fence.
Oddly the church steeple has escaped from the church.
Dutch garden, church steeple, pub. All villages should have all of those. And a Chinese takeaway.
The dining room on the left is covered in fresh daffodils, and I commend the Landlady for making the Lyon so welcoming.
The beer range is tight too, but I have to squint through the San Miguel to see the weird blue one is Wye Valley Hop, which I feel compelled to go for as it’s not Cotswolds homebrew, which we know all about, don’t we ?
There’s a couple of gentlefolk noshing pie on one table, four serious looking ladies discussing “livestock” and “proxy measures” on the other, and the obligatory “bloke at the bar“, so I grab the table where I can see them all.
The Landlady apologies for serving mash instead of chips and says she’ll cook some chips especially.
“Oh no, don’t worry, no problem, I’m fine“.
Hope she doesn’t complain about the chips on TripAdvisor.
The Hop is hoppy and cool (NBSS 3), there’s a sense of village business being contracted, whether farming or car washing, and the early daffs signal the start of Spring.
But how much longer will we able to enjoy these simple pleasures ?
How much longer indeed. In the meantime, I’m always glad to see a Van Morrison reference.
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It’s too late to stop now, Bill.
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Now why does “Boris of Westbury” remind me of the previous male Prime Minister ?
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One effect of the swollen rivers Severn, Wye, Taff etc. has been to wash huge amounts of woodland driftwood downriver and into the Bristol Channel. The recent storms have beached this, and today Mrs. E and I were agape, at the mountains of this piled up along the shoreline as we went for our walk – it really was a spectacle – never seen anything quite like it here before.
What happens if a ship gets a metre thick sycamore tree trunk stuck in its screw, I wonder?
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Whereabouts was your walk, Etu?
Make it up if it’s incriminating.
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The coast between Porthcawl and Port Talbot, Martin
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Not far from Bass at the Prince of Wales in Kenfig.
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Or from the Worthington’s for that matter 🙂
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Not sure you’re being 100% fair to BRAPA. He did write extensively on Hadrian’s Wall. Stuff I never knew.
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Yes, he told you it was the border with Scotland 😉
Actually, I remember his church review in Dorset last year after Chaldon Herring was closed.
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Great lacings…. worrying times
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