We’d come to walk, not tick pubs, so after a mammoth sleep we joined the dinosaurs in Wookey Hole.
SPOILER: They’re not real.
You can see the “attractions“ from the public footpath up to the cave entrance, and I’ll be honest it’s well worth the £16.50 on-line price. You can probably get 25% off by collecting vouchers from the Wells Wailer or Street Clarion.
But we’d done the caves, and instead hit the heights of Ebbor Gorge, rather beautifully maintained by the National Trust.
It was such a good, strenuous walk that by noon we’d climbed 354 metres and burnt off 1,023 calories from our breakfast.
Darn ! We’d forgotten breakfast, only just managing to check out of Wookey Hotel before the ludicrous 10am cut-off.
Suddenly, we felt week and all around the Gorge were images straight out of the Blair Witch Project.
But eventually we left the woods and a great scene unfolded before us.
Only 20 minutes down hill, through a narrow bridal path guarded by escaped cows.
James (and Mrs RM) is terrified of cows, dating back to an “incident” in Leintwardine on 2007.
Cue a 30 minute diversion, and a pang of hunger I thought might assuage with the magic mushrooms near those steps in the top photo.
The descent was exhilarating, though probably less so in the snow, and involved a footpath through the middle of more cows that thankfully were more interested in debating the R rate for the South-West region.
“Burger !” said James. Those cows really got to him.
The Wookey Hole Inn is the upmarket pub for Wookey visitors who aren’t paying a tenner for ping food.
A decade ago this was a bit of a craft enclave, all Bristol keg and modern art and weird indie.
Now, we had “I wanna dance with somebody“, a choice of a decent Cheddar Gorge (NBSS 3) or Tribute, and Wook burger and chips.
But what chips ! And what uncomplicated, friendly, service; a throwback to happier times.
I’d like to recommend it without reservation, but sadly on the evidence of the Gents the Wookey Hole fails my stringent Woke tests and must therefore remain a “Try Also”.