As the Government’s inspirational advert says, “stop whining and get on with it” And spend money, I guess.
We failed to spend money at Burrington Ham, our next chance to stretch calf muscles on on the Great Somerset GBG Overnighter.
“The hilly bit south of Bristol” is my best description of the area.
No, I hadn’t heard of Burrington either, but that’s what I love about the UK; there’s always something round the corner with a beautiful view, ominous OS contours, unpronounceable place name (and closed pub).
We only stopped because everyone else had, at the free car park in the bottom right corner. Famed for the “Rock of Ages” hymn, recorded by Def Leppard on their breakthrough Pyromania album.
Hundreds of cars, but we saw no-one as we walked through ferns and pheasants and ended somewhere with a quaint little ford,
Not a ford I’d have wanted to test out in my Aygo, but a lovely looking pub we entertained hopes of providing a coke and cake.
Oddly, closed at lunchtimes. Shame, wonder what it’s like.
Then, up a tiny lane where something looked oddly familiar.
“I’ve been before! ” I said.
“What, years ago ?”
I checked the retiredmartin.com blog.
“Er, last August”
When you can’t even remember a pub from a year ago you need to worry (it was rubbish anyway).