You left me in Great Torrington,
where Twitter was in ferment about my prospects for the evening ahead;
It looked quiet enough, too quiet really.
I thought the Black Horse seemed the lively option, but a crowd of yoofs were simply agreeing a blog title for a post about another closed pub.
Wiki says, reassuringly, “In July 2019, Great Torrington was reported to be the healthiest place to live in Britain“. But I also note that Wiki gives no population figure, so quickly are they all dying off.
There were a few plain pubs on the A386 above town, but in central Torrington the only pint seemed to be in the Cons Club.
Not only that, but the town didn’t seem to have many eating options, bar the chippy and kebab takeaways whose wrappers were to mysteriously appear underneath my campervan in the morning.
What Pub mentioned Thai food in the Torridge in Taddiport, Torrington , which had the additional benefits of a stiff walk down/up the hill AND first class alliteration.
As it happened, the Torridge was the hub of local activity. A group of lager lads admiring the vista, and Devon duos devouring the
dhansak Phad Thai.
My notes say “energetic”, “busy” and “unfussy”, none of which describe me.
Despite being busy they found me a window seat on the promise I wouldn’t dawdle, and fed me Massaman curry and a decent Tribute in no time at all.
The problem with eating Thai or Chinese outside of Cambridge is that it’s never going to be as good as the Wrestlers or Chung Hwa, is it ?
Good enough, and an exemplar publican, but Good Torrington is never going to work, is it ?
I spent an uneasy night, waiting to be attacked by locals, but your disappointment it didn’t happen was my relief.