I really didn’t want to write about the White Lion in Braunton. Think of it as contractual obligations, like a 1978 Steve Hackett album.
It’s certainly an hour between buses back to Barnstaple I’ll not get back.
But at least it gave me a tick, and the vital information that the Tarka Trail is a cycling route designed to allow middle class women with ankle tattoos called Jemima and their straggled haired children to mow you down.
Oooh, feel the loathing. Braunton managed to cram a museum of surfing amongst its coffee shops and boutiques.
“A number of major surf brands are associated with the village including Tiki Board Barn Tokyo Demons Of Doom Killers Modern Foam Designs and Salt Rock ” says Wiki. I ran down to the river, like Bruce.
With another hour I’d have made the sand dunes, which might have made me warm to it all. But I didn’t.
An old biker with ponytail who looked a bit like The Outlaw gave me a potted history of the village for free, somehow missing out the Beer Guide pub. Though to be fair that’s up for sale.
Handwash, name and number, £1.80 a half of Fox, seat by the bar.
It filled up pretty quickly. Note how the nearest customer eschews Hi-Vis, for brogues and sunglasses on head.
Adequate Exmoor (NBSS 2.5), but at least we got Sultans of Swing. I can imagine that 35 years ago every visitor here would have just bought Brothers in Arms. On CD.
NB This is the statement on the website of All to Love, one of the town’s main shops. What on earth do they sell ?