Can I start by thanking Elizabeth for her service to the nation. She will be missed.
Back to lesser matters as I ease from Hampshire to Dorset to Wiltshire and a first ever visit to Mere, just off the A303 so beloved of holidaymakers.
Mere will not detain you long, a one street town of less than 3,000 (think Cullumpton) with its best building a tin shed for model railway enthusiasts.
That’s not fair; the church is impressive. And LOUD. Press play below;
And they never stopped, the whole 25 minutes of my visit to the Butt of Sherry.
Lovely butt (as they say), top Ind Coope & Allsop signage,
and some jolly Old Boys at the bar who parted like the Black Sea to let me but a slightly limp Otter (2+) from welcoming a sweat-shirted barman,
I reckon you can tell the NBSS from looking at it, if you’re a beer smellier like me.
The pot plants were too posh to tip it, but the WC wasn’t.