Back to the Devon posts; I hope to finish them before September
brings us a new GBG.
Some of you have complained about the maps, not having a clue where places like “Chulmleigh” and “Kings Nympton” actually are. Join the club.
Hills, woods, railway stations serving hamlets (Eggesford) or pubs (Portsmouth Arms) but not the main towns (Bideford).
That’s a 30% reduction on the previous census, perhaps explained by Exeter City fans still finding their way back from the 2008 Conference Play-off final at Wembley.
I guess it’s like those unpronounceable tiny towns in mid-Wales like Llanwrtyd with essential facilities for a hundred tiny settlements in the hinterland.
Facilities like the Hands on Life Transformative Luxury Retreat and a Tandoori Restaurant with Pineapple Fried Rice.
One photo is all you need to sum up Chulmleigh;
Those these will help, too.
Two pubs, one selling Doom Bar, the other one in the GBG. When will they learn ?
But the Old Court House is a Grade A1* (post-algorithm) corker.
The Facebook page is dead, but something tells me the pub rarely closes (11am -11pm 7 days a week says What Pub).
How long will the perspex last ? Do you care ?
What a lovely landlord, once he’d dispensed with the formalities.
“You can sit where you like, Sir”
“WiFi code is on the wall, Sir”
“There’s copies of the Chulmleigh Courier from 1987 on the rack, Sir”.
It’s proper Pub Curmudgeon approved red bench seating, too.
Ten folk in at 3pm on a Friday, mostly Old Boys and Gals, and a gorgeous hum of inessential banter about insurance reports.
When you’re in a village pub where you feel welcome, it warms your heart.
Really, this was pub magic.
“But it’s Butcombe !, BBB dishwater !” says Beer Twitter. They’ll never know.