Two days in Dorset in the campervan. Coffee on tap, new road atlas bought from the Works bookshop in Basingstoke (ugh !) on the way, two days not being nagged about the garden.
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Sandford Orcas, Chilton Cantele, Yeovil…
Sandford looks gorgeous, but you’re best driving to it down the grassy lanes with your eyes shut. Look at those contours.
I was, I’ll be honest, expecting the Mitre to be closed. Perhaps nothing HAS happened since the Facebook was last updated in May 2017, at which point everyone looked very cheerful.
On Wednesday I found the door open, but no-one at home.
A chap unloading boxes pointed me round the corner, and shouted something up the stairs that could have been “CUSTOMER ALLEN!“.
Yes, it’s the outside bar, keeping the London Plague out of the pub. Oddly, their website suggests they were back greeting customers inside by Wednesday so perhaps it’s just drinkers they want to keep out.
But we’re in a pandemic, you can’t be too careful. And too be fair the view from the hillside garden was a little bit marvellous.
For about two minutes. The Hopkandi (possibly Yeovil) was cool and rich, possibly the beer of the month. Sadly, with public transport options slightly worse than in Powys (one bus, 5pm), I had to tip it and move on.
If only the train had been going…