The last post featured a Berkshire gastropub mercifully free of scatter cushions.

No such relief in my final Berks tick, the eponymous Great Shefford, but oddly I’m a fan of clutter and chintz as long as there’s life.

Anywhere selling dog ice cream for £3.50 is bound to have life, even if a rather different species to the Swindon Spoons.

And despite appearances, the Shefford was ticking over quite nicely at the Golden Hour of 16:00.

As you can see from the swivel chairs (will they never learn ?), you’re in the Valley of the Racehorse now, though there’s no horse ice cream I note, which is blatant discrimination.

What an oddly non local selection of beers.

Not that I care, of course, but if Good Old Boy can’t get on the bar here what chance does it have.

Still, it’s a great welcome and I’m cheered up by the thought of being able to write “The Pride is drinking well” as I pick the seat against the wall and wait for gentlefolk to arrive.

And it does drink well, just about (NBSS 3), and I almost pop back to the bar for scratchings before thinking I’ll never get back up on my seat if I get down.

I always feel out of place in upmarket pubs like the Shefford, which are always some of the most pleasant.

No beer bars, but bare lights, so lose/win I guess.

And that’s your lot for Berkshire for 21, but GBG22 will be in my possession before you know it, and who knows what joys that will bring (actually I do but yknow, embargo and all that).


  1. Re scatter cushions -those look difficult -almost guaranteed to slide off. However,I actually used my scatter cushions in Greenwich last week -a couple tucked behind my back were most acceptable for an “older ” lady.The third one slipped on to the floor -I did plump them & re arrange them all before I left though


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s