If I were you I wouldn’t be anywhere near the M5 this next week what with Glasto and by-elections, so good job I did a tricky Somerset tick in Combe Florey a month ago.
Yes, a month ago. But this is the last post before we get onto the Channel Islands, and I know how much you love continental travel blogging.
The garden is a delight, with wooden huts dedicated to Taunton legends like Joel Garner (top), Viv Richards and, of, course, Colin Dredge.
My parents would like this place, looks a bit like their own thatched house.
But “Sunnyside” Waterbeach doesn’t have four Brew Dog taps (why ?), or Exmoor Gold on tap.
It’s a cluttered place, typical of the Exmoor taps a few miles west. The staff are young and cheery, discussing their plans for Wimbledon, the customers well-dressed and hungry.
“You look smart !“.
I jump to attention, but the barmaid is talking to the gent at the bar, whose pint of Thatchers is “lively this morning, the pressure levels have dropped in the cellar“. Whatever that means.
Even the gentlefolk aren’t drink the cask these days, and my Exmoor is a bit flat (2.5).
Pubs that open lunchtime don’t sell much beer;
pubs that close lunchtime annoy tickers.
They can’t win, can they ?