EBBOR, EBBOR, (GORGE) HEY !

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”.

13 thoughts on “EBBOR, EBBOR, (GORGE) HEY !

  1. “We’d come to walk, not tick pubs”

    Ahem; in the photo above surely it should read ‘Shine on’ not ‘Smile on’?

    “SPOILER: They’re not real.”

    Good thing there wasn’t someone on a mobility scooter in the shot or that would be a REAL dinosaur. 😉

    “But we’d done the caves,”

    In the OS map above, I’m not sure I’m comfortable with Wookey Hole being above Wookey. Surely the plumbing for that would be all wrong?

    “Suddenly, we felt week and all around the Gorge were images straight out of the Blair Witch Project.”

    Yes, but it’s in broad daylight so…. 🙂

    “James (and Mrs RM) is terrified of cows, dating back to an “incident” in Leintwardine on 2007.”

    Are you sure with James it wasn’t due to the ‘bridal’ path? 😉

    “through the middle of more cows that thankfully were more interested in debating the R rate for the South-West region.”

    Hire them and fire that bloody SAGE bunch.

    “Those cows really got to him.”

    Or the Blair Witch stuff was still following you (as evidenced in the photo above).

    “is the upmarket pub for Wookey visitors who aren’t paying a tenner for ping food.”

    People do that!

    “and Wook burger and chips.”

    Not sure about that ‘substance’ on the right. 😉

    “but sadly on the evidence of the Gents the Wookey Hole fails my stringent Woke tests and must therefore remain a “Try Also”.”

    Sigh; what is it with people being against smoking these days?

    Cheers

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  2. Might I inform the reader, that it has been suggested that the name Wookey is derived from the Celtic – Welsh – for cave – “ogo” or “ogof” – which gave the early names for this grotto of “ochie” “ochy”? On the other hand, hole is Anglo-Saxon for “cave” – which is itself of Latin derivation through Norman French. Therefore, the name Wookey Hole Cave basically means “cave cave cave”…ochy….hmmm…now then…oche…the origin of this darts term is unknown, though it was originally spelled “hockey”, only becoming “oche” in the late nineteen seventies.

    There is a popular – but quite unsubstantiated – theory, that there was a brewery called “S. Hockey and Sons” in the West Country of England, and whose beer crates were used to measure out the nine feet from the dartboard. However, according to a statement made by the Brewery History Society in the nineteen nineties, no records of such a brewery can be found.

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  3. You have to show cows who’s boss and don’t demonstrate any feelings of fear. Normally they’re just curious, although they can be dangerous if they’ve got calves with them, or you’ve got a dog! In both cases, they become naturally protective of their young.

    Whilst walking a section of the NDW last summer, I passed into a field of cows, only to find an enormous bull, lying at the foot of a dip, surrounded by members of his harem. It was a baking hot day, and there was no way I was going to go back, so I walked past this mountain of beef, keeping a close eye on him, whilst at the same time giving the appearance of not having a care in the world.

    Fortunately, this tactic worked, otherwise I wouldn’t be here typing this article, but if you don’t show fear, and there are no calves or dogs present, you should be OK.

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