Another half an hour through gorgeous west Gloucestershire hills and a fourth (4th) tick of the afternoon in Tewkesbury. Four attractive towns too, none of the usual grim northern cities I subject Mrs RM to. And is she grateful ?
Tewkesbury is gorgeous, isn’t it ?
Come on a day it isn’t flooded is my advice for free.
Loads of little alleys (ginnels ?) leading to tiny churches, and this one leading from the Cross House, our new tick.
I’ve just deleted my copious notes due to
(checks notes) drinking beer, so let the photos reveal the glory of this cracker of a micropub.
A micropub says WhatPub, but nothing like any micro I’ve been in. A multi-roomed restoration in the style of similar pubs in Beverley and Canterbury, Mrs RM decided it was “gorgeous” and asked me to convert that into an NBSS score.
Shame I’ve deleted my notes, as they probably refer to a conspiratorially whispering couple in the pew opposite, or Mrs RM’s attempt to put a Bass mirror into her new backpack.
Now I’ve lost my notes, I can write whatever I like.