I only managed 25 ticks in Devon and Cornwall but I feel like I’ll be blogging ’till Christmas.
And I need to get out again this week or all last week’s good work will be wasted as I strive to get 97% completion before the new GBG is out.
The bus pulled into Barnstaple, but I had no GBG ticks there.
No Corner House, with its lure of Bass (see top),
no Wetherspoons from which the famed indoor market took its name,
and a micro with “rabbit” in the name I walked past that is now BOUND to be in GBG21.
I didn’t linger, as a downpour was on the way, but Barnstaple looked more interesting and less Bridgewater-esque than I’d imagined, with some Bristolian style food huts near the Panniers. I’ll be back.
For now, I needed shelter while I waited for my tick to open.
Wasn’t Pilton’s Reform Inn in the Guide recently?
Good grief. An assault course.
The Landlady was a gem, plying me with paper towels so I didn’t flood her out. I was then directed to the table by the door, behind the perspex.
A voice behind the wall discussed the weather with me. After years of Brexit, Covid and VAR, it made a nice change to discuss downpours. “Aye, the local beer is very good” he said, as he stuck firmly to lager.
Mostly students; you can tell that because they’d put “Don’t You Forget About Me” on the jukebox, pulling Barnstaple into 1985.
And then in the Gents I found out (I guess) why it had been kicked out of the Guide.
As was, in its way, the Windsor up the hill in Bradiford, seemingly a suburb of a suburb.
The Outlaw I met in Braunton expressed bemusement when I told him I was headed for Bradiford. “Never heard of it“. It was 4 miles away.
“Do you mind if I bring my rain collection in ?” I asked. She didn’t.
It was the most unpretentious pub of the trip, the sort of local that wouldn’t grace the Guide in Derbyshire and with the sole handpump not dragging the tickers in from Totnes.
A mature drinkers pub, and good to see them back in without the lure of Rishi’s half-price burgers.
Or craft keg.