Back to the ghastly gastros I’m afraid. I’ll keep it short.
10 minutes on from the Oak, via Stoke Mandeville, is the Harrow, a pub you could almost see Prime Ministers visiting from Chequers.
Mrs RM said ” be quick” and a first look revealed I wouldn’t be loitering here.
“Will Sir be dining with us tonight” asked the greeter.
“Er just a beer, please “
Here’s the thing. They were SO nice, I felt almost guilty about just having a half.
Here’s a video of me being polite.
I searched for somewhere pubby to sit, and failed. But most tables were reserved, so they don’t need me anyway.
They don’t really need cask either, I sense, but those handpumps still give a country pub a sense of tradition, just as antlers and Chesterfields do.
Duffy sang “Mercy” to no-one in particular, but it could have been my glass of Chiltern, which was barely a 1.5.
A setback. But will things improve?