Our Somerset Saunter reached Wookey (Hole).
It always suprises me when I realise Wookey (Hole) is virtually a suburb of Wells, which never fails to disappoint for pubs (ZERO Guide entries this year).
I seemed to have booked a £45 twin room (actually the disability accessible with wet room one) at the actual Wookey caves.
You’ll be saddened to know I resisted the lure of the grabber.
Saving the (free) walks for the morning, we headed down “Titlands Lane” to the pub for tea,
Rearrange the letters under “Titlands Lane” into a word that’ll make Russ laugh.
We found a similarly exciting collection of letters forming the WiFi password at GBG newbie the Ring O’ Bells.
A lively, busy, village pub, and a shame Covid has ruined my indoor photography.
Wanting pub grub, we were escorted to a plain dining room which we had to ourselves. No intelligible yokel banter and no jukebox either.
“Now we’ll have to talk to each other” said James. Think again, buddy.
Still, it was warm, and the cool Butcombe was fine (NBSS 3),
and I managed a shot when sneaking back into the public to take a photo of that WiFi code.
When you’re 21, good WiFi is more important than NBSS or codger count. The WiFi didn’t work.
My photo of the code was illegible, and after 6 unsuccessful attempts James despatched me back to try again. It transpired that in Wookey a 6 is written as a b. Good to know.
Anyway, wonderful home-made dishes, lambs liver and lamb shank as we had a downer on the sheep that had chased us in Freshford that afternoon.
“The lamb falls off the bone” said James. Such a cliche.
More pics of food to come, after we’ve been chased by cows across the gorge.