Devon was a test of the pub ticker’s art. Hours spent on Facebook, Bing Maps and National Rail, confirming opening hours, the existence of bridges over rivers, and the local line from Exeter to Barnstaple.
If you’re prepared to walk uphill in 30 degrees you can reach some of the more remote GBG pubs from stations NOT closed by Beeching.
Like King’s Nympton, whose pub lies a mere 45 minutes away, set in the type of streets normally seen in Greece.
The Castle looked very attractive outside.
But they clearly don’t want you inside.
I’m partially sighted, which means I can spot a Doom Bar pump from space but have a real problem in cluttered pubs like the Grove with its assault course of obstacles.
No-one allowed inside, and no-one at the bar (top photo). Luckily the sun was shining and my table gave me a superb view of some flowers.
I wrote last time that in most pubs life is returning to normal, but there’s still a cohort where it’s outside service only. Good luck with that in November.
Two diners, a dad and son, were whispering about their lad’s university prospects. I don’t mind whispering,
it allows me to make it up.
That plant pot came in handy for the tired Exmoor, you’ll be relieved to know.