And you can read that how you like.
From Chester, which is partly in Welsh, we converted our campervan into a full foreign holiday by crossing the border in pursuit of a few GBG ticks in North-East Wales.
My giant spreadsheet showing the possible/hopeful/over-ambitious opening times for my 487 pub targets says of the Dinorben Arms “Brunning & Price, so def. open (
The original pub looks idyllic,
I kid you not, the car park is bigger than the village. Baa Baa Toure enjoyed the views. We don’t have hills in Sheffield.
But I detest this sign;
And I find their “pubs” more indenti-kit than Spoons, with their decor and adverts for bile beans and too many beers on the bar.
The old folk pushed in front of me at the bar, and I didn’t get my half of Purple Moose (NBSS 3, as per) till 12:07.
And an attempt at drinking inside was met by “All the tables are reserved, Sir”.
Stuff your tables.
NB Due to an accident on the A55 and an urgent need for a haircut our Welsh adventure ended there. But I’ll be back.