The dash to completion of the Guide was exhilarating, but the real joy of the chase has been seeing the best of the UK in summer, including posh Devon places like Newton Ferrers and Noss Mayo on the Yealm estuary I didn’t know existed (despite me staring at the names annually in the GBG and the Philip Navigator).
Two villages tumble down the side of a hill to the creek, their GBG pubs fighting for attention.
Obviously you do both, starting with Newton’s Dolphin, which has the two signs saying “Welcome” and nice clear opening hours.
A gaggle of mates are dithering at the door, waiting for “Charlie”, so I naughtily nip in and order a half of Salcombe Gold (cool, rich, 3+) while they debate their choice.
As I leave they’re still trying to read the pump clips.
It’s a pleasant foody pub, but all the action is taking place on the terrace where the Helly Hansen/sunglasses on heads mob are attempting to commandeer boats to take them across to Noss.
I walk the 22 minutes round the creek in 15, though I started to feel the tendons stretch on the climbed the hill/
Blimey, Devon is gorgeous. Why did no-one tell me ?
The Ship is diner dominated and has homebrew (spent ages trying to tell these two apart),
a dry, intriguing NBSS 3. Closing in on a fiver a pint, but worth it for a lengthy debate about the merits of whitebait (none) and a conversation ending “Chance would be a fine thing“.
Would life get better than this ?