Now I take my snood,
to Bude. There’s a book in me somewhere with a title like that.
The Cornwall/Devon border is where the OS Map gets interesting, with Lucky Hole, Yeol Mouth and Gooseham competing for Russ’s attention.
Loads of new places and lovely long words in the GBG to tick.
And some famous old pubs like the Bush Inn at Morwenstow, packed with Home Counties folk on the last day of the 50% dining deal for the week, which meant it was busier than Mother’s Day and Valentine’s Day combined.
Folk going in through the exit, children jumping off the cliffs to a soft landing, overworked staff shouting “Do we have a pork left ?” You know the sort.
“Dates back on part to 950 AD” says WhatPub, remembering a time before the first plague and, more devastatingly, the first invasion of craft beer.
I’m reminded a bit of the entrance to classics like the Square and Compass, or the Queen’s Head at Newton.
But as I’m forced to stand still in the narrow corridor and follow the “One at a time in the bar” rules the appeal of the flagstones quickly drifts, particularly when the two blokes in shorts in front have inevitably complex instructions about how they want their steaks cooked.
It must have really cosy in March, but with NO inside seating and more instructions than an Ikea pot plant the experience was rather lost on me.
Again, lovely, efficient staff, who served me a half of Otter in less than 28 seconds, but I was gasping for the daylight of the courtyard garden.
All was forgiven. This was a wondrous place to enjoy an Otter that was suffering a bit in the heat but improving from 2.5 to 3 as my mood lifted.
Plenty of exciting reading material too.
I bet if I came back in
a year 6 months I’d think it was great, you know.
US Dave raved about the walk to the coast. Instead I walked inland…