Before we restart, what’s this ?
Two more days to make further inroads into Devon, armed with a coffee soaked list of pubs. In 2020, it’s all questions marks and reminders to book first.
But, to be honest, it was easier than I’d expected. Harder spelling the place names correctly.
A typical inland Devon village (not that I know many), bustling with the main village trade of rethatching roofs.
Oooh, it’s that Tarquin’s again.
It’ll be another gastropub with Colonel Mustard and me in, now we’ve moved beyond discount days towards the weekend,
But at the bar it gets a bit more Proper Pub, with jolly locals singing along to “Santa Claus is coming to town“.
“Christmas gets earlier every year !”
And then I see the stairway of GBGs and realise I’m in a Guide stronghold, which a good half of Exmoor Ale (only £1.55) confirms.
Exmoor and Doom Bar dominated my 25 pub trip, and rightly so. One of them is a local craft beer, the other has a nice picture of a stag on it.
And it’s already filling up as I take the best seat in the (spotless) house, facing the CAMRA window.
The landlord is lovely, walking over to give me a WiFi code I haven’t asked for, telling me how busy it is, and how they’ve used Lockdown for a refurb.
Gentlefolk talk about their mates being stuck in France, argue about the cricket, and look perfectly at home as the Hi-Vis brigade arrived. You could have been in Woking, or Windsor.
Terrific pub, a place for all. Unless you really, really, hate Queen (Queen, not The Queen).