Just for Mark, our resident pub games expert, here’s the billiards table in the Globe at Beaford.
That map will be of no use to you unless you know where Great Torrington is, of course.
What you REALLY need to know is that it’s hilly round here. This is my exercise record for the half hour walking down from the Globe to the Torridge. 19% climb; that’s almost Porlock !
A small but perfectly formed little village, with a pub that looks chintzy,
but turns out to be the most crafty of any place I visited in Devon.
Plain but welcoming, a good all-rounder whose GBG credentials are a bit mystifying till you taste the beer.
That little fridge on the right (below) was packed full of 10% DIPAs and mango sours, though of course I had to have something cask from Taw which touched NBSS 4.
There two young lads on stools, a sharp contrast to 90% of the pubs so far, and the young Landlord popped over for a chat. You rarely get that.
Finding out via torture (he asked me) I was from Cambridge, he exclaimed
“I worked at a club in Cambridge. Fez Club. You know it ?”
“Oh, was it that bad ?”
“Too trendy for me, mate”
But I know that even as you read this someone will be starting a crowd-funder to buy me a Disco Boss Lady at the Fez this week.