We took the much longer route (1 minute more) through the Vale of Leadon and Much Marcle, passing a giant Weston’s pub (the Walwyn ?). Do Weston’s own pubs ?
We followed parking signs into town and ended up here;
The bells on the rail that lifts when you put £2 in the machine warn you not to leave your head under a heavy block of wood, following the decapitation of a Mr Edward Heavens of Phocle Green in 2007.
Half an hour till the Tap House opens at 16:00, half an hour to get to know Ross.
You can trust a town with an Elvis impersonator,
but it’s a scruffy place, crumbling in parts and a sharp contrast with Ledbury.
When Mrs RM carried me round the border towns back in April 2003 I managed five pubs in an hour (a theme emerging here), and the only one I remember was the venerable Man of Ross.
The pubs seemed much quieter now. Back in 2003 there was just the Crown & Sceptre in the GBG, and since then it’s just been the Spoons if you’re lucky, but a few years ago Ross got its micro.
Mrs RM popped in Sainsbury’s for essentials (Malbec and paracetamol), I nipped in the Tap House on the dot of 4.
Low seating, old brewery signs and guitars on the walls, chatty Landlord, cool crisp beer (Cwrw Tal Pocket Rocket, NBSS 3.5+). Oh, and hedgehogs (why ?).
Mrs RM turned up and was about to ask about the hedgehogs, but I ushered her out, our parking due to expire in 7 minutes. We left town in a hurry, just before the return of the Funcky Monkey.
Beware the surplus “c”.