We awoke on the Thursday to find a nation rejoicing at the success of a nation in conquering the Danes, and Mrs RM celebrated by breaking a cup. In her defence, the B & B had a grand total of ONE power socket which made boiling a kettle whilst charging a phone tricky.
Our host brushed the loss of a family heirloom off, and made us a hearty breakfast made of animals killed that morning (possibly).
I heartily recommend the Lower House, particularly for fans of sinister wallpaper and puzzling family photos.
Makes a change from Premier Inn.
Half an hour later we were pulling into Brecon,
always the most stylish of the Mid Wales towns.
I felt like I’d only been here a couple of years ago, and in fact, I had.
So I’ve little new to tell you, though Brecon looked smarter than ever, and we enjoyed the pastel colours of a town hitherto only remembered for selling (yellow) socks and scones.
Mrs RM had some shopping to do (I need nothing) and I said I’d meet her in the Spoons. In 2021, that’s like saying “Meet you outside Woolworths“.
But I couldn’t find the George Hotel, tucked down a side street near the car park,
and I sent Mrs RM a little map.
which clearly didn’t help as she couldn’t find it either.
It’s a bit nondescript, a bit “Hitchin”, and from a dull range the Rev James (80p a half) was dull and left unfinished (NBSS 1.5/2). Spoons are an easy addition to the Beer Guide in poor cask areas, I guess.
But at least the WiFi worked. In time, all Spoons will be judged by the quality of their internet.