Ooh, genuine tourist material for you.
James and I, bonding on another Father-Son walking trip this week, agreed that THIS is Britain’s worst tourist attraction as we whizzed past it on the A303;
Wouldn’t it be sensible if we moved those silly stones somewhere out of the way (South Dakota would be fine) so we could have a motorway through Wiltshire into Somerset ? Avebury is far more interesting.
We stopped in Glastonbury for a
GBG tick energising walk up the Tor.
Never been up there, but the temptation to race James up there and back and knock 10 minutes off the suggested 50 minute time to maximise drinking time in Becket’s was irresistible.
To be fair, James is one of the few people I know who can keep up with my pace but he always overpacks (like his mum); a T-Shirt would have been fine,
It looks quite plain from the Levels, but the views from the top as clouds whizzed over and you got a sense of recent flooding near Pilton were staggeringly beautiful.
Then the wind whipped up and I wished I’d brought my coat.
Back in town we agreed that Glastonbury looked a little predictable, all Tibetan prayer wheels and weed.
But Beckets ? Surely I’d done this before ?
Well, no. What looked from the outside like a rather staid (ex) Wadworth town pub turns out to be a scruffy boozer. How have they hidden it from me for so long ?
Normally in 2020 the first thing you get to hear is
“GET BACK, ye plague carrier, you” etc etc
Here we got
“How old is he ?”
Now, it’s not the first time my cherubic 21 year old has been mis-aged, but he doesn’t look 16 and it had only just turned 5pm. I consoled him.
“He’s 21 !“
“Sorry, it’s the mask” . A good rescue.
A one-woman show by the look of it, the drinks left on a table for you to collect and woe betide you if you touched the chain protecting the bar.
Strange, and at £6.90 for a pint and a J20 (he’ll learn) no bargain. But with locals who DIDN’T look like Waterboys fiddlers and sang “Happy Birthday, Dear Rachel” without reserve, a mountain of tat, and a great 6X, I sort of loved it.
So, what does GREAT beer look like, Retired Martin ?
Bet you’re glad you asked. You know, sometime 6X is the best beer in the world.