“Is he STILL writing about Devon ?!” Not much more, then I can return to a Holt’s pub in Manchester and street art in Hartlepool (honest), which I expect you’ll prefer. Devon can be a bit samey, but like Essex quality was pretty consistent, and the welcome genuine (with one exception). None more so than… Continue reading GEORGIE THE DEVON PUB CAT ESCAPES FROM THE FRIDGE
Have I shown you this OS extract before ? Very useful. Take a look at that built-up area between adorable Appledore and bucolic Bideford. That’s Northam. No, me neither, but there’s 7,489 souls here. That’s more than Waterbeach. Only one (very non-GBG) pub though. I make that one pub per 17 people but Russ will… Continue reading NORTHAM – BURNLEY TATTOOS IN DOOM BAR’S PREMIER STOCKIST
Yet more, Appledore. With an hour’s walk back to the campervan and a serious chat with Baa Baa Toure ahead, I thought I’d better spend ten minutes writing off the village as the Aldeburgh of the West or something. But it was enchanting, and surprisingly normal. The Royal Plaice combined deep fried haddock and Doom… Continue reading APPLEDORE – A LITTLE DEAL ?
Next up on Wednesday night a lovely straightforward downhill walk and a straightforward Proper Pub at the end. Blistering heat, but that only spurs me on, and now I see I made Appledore in 47 minutes rather than the hour plus suggested by a sluggish Google Maps. At the top of the hill the village… Continue reading APPLEDORE, NO BORE
The Cornwall/Devon Grand Tour moves into its 11th hour of travel as we land in Bideford. A second day of glorious sunshine as I pulled into the Riverbank Long Stay Car Park, in sharp contrast with the downpour we saw on the Saturday. Slight diversion : For a pint of Doom Bar (or lesser equivalent),… Continue reading BIDEAWHILE IN BIDEFORD