Thursday, 8am. Bideford let you lie in till 10 with the overnight ticket, so I did, before deciding to stay another day, just like in the East 17 Christmas Number 1 (not US).
Who wouldn’t like to wake to views like this ?
I made myself a coffee and remembered not to spray the campervan with air freshener while the gas was on.
After that better-than-you-think Moma porridge in Spoons, I caught the bus to Ifracombe, home to a whole 3 ticks.
How have I never been to Ilfracombe before; it’s stunning.
You’ll know my approach to a new town by now. Make a comparison that upsets both places equally, and only post when I’m well out of town.
So, Ifracombe is basically Weston Super Mare with an inferior Wetherspoons. Or Ramsgate with an inferior Wetherspoons.
But with what looks like a superior secret nuclear plant on the seafront,
but which turns out to be the Landmark Theatre, as well as a nuclear power plant.
Despite the lack of any obvious sand, the town was filling up from daytrippers from Dudley and Dawlish by 11am, so I nipped in Spoons for Tick No. 1.
The Admiral Collingwood, named after England’s dogged all-rounder who once spent his holiday here between tours, has one of the more interesting Spoons beer ranges I’ve seen since the 4th July.
The Stag was a rich ruby NBSS 3.5 (Russ is keeping score) But it was deadly dull, as the seaside JDWs often are.
No-one had a clue what to do at the entrance, reading a sign seemingly instructing them to stand there. Forever. Most of them were Brummies.*
“How to behave in a pub” should be a mandatory course for 16 year olds.
“If they haven’t got a breakfast oi’ll have a bronch”
“What’s a bronch ?”
Honest. Anyway, that’s your highlight.
The GBG App, which is playing up a bit, suggested that the Hip & Pistol was ten minutes away, but actually here it is, across t’ road.
Oh, what’s this ?
I sought urgent advice from Pub Twitter.
I took the tick, and enjoyed a freshly baked if overpriced scone with enough calories to make a walk up the cliffs urgently necessary but unpleasant.
Next, some culture….
*Not that there’s THAT much wrong with Brummies, of course.