When I told Mrs RM I was in Earl Shilton, she immediately said “Oh, the place with the grass snakes ?”.
Indeed it is that Earl Shilton, whose singular guest house so delighted us with its mild peril and informal barbecue in 1996. Somewhere in Elmesthorpe, its name long forgotten but when they make the film of my life I’ve no doubt someone will trace it down via the internet.
I’m hearing a lot of Union Jack waving Brits this morning, telling LBC how a holiday in England isn’t a proper holiday.
Well, I’d take a week in rural Leicestershire over Lanzarote, that’s for sure. Look at the quality of art in Shilton;
Honestly, the hour or so I spent exploring the streets and the blossoms in Castle Park was magical.
If you have ANY interest in history (and I don’t), you’ll probably enjoy the relics of Kings and Queens and industrial magnates past.
But I guess it’s the pubs you want, and apart from the Vaults and the Constitutional Club with the singing locals you’ll find brown bitter here. Plenty of it.
There’s a noodle bar, too, but you don’t come to Leicestershire and NOT eat a cob, do you ?
Particularly when the menu includes corned beef. Book NOW !