“Why didn’t you have something decent like Butcombe or 6X ?” said Pub Curmudgeon of my trip to the reservation-friendly Fosse Bridge. Good question, though the choice of Windrush Ale (the day before that word burnt into the national consciousness) seems oddly appropriate now. Still, I didn’t make the same mistake in Swindon. Or Blunsdon,… Continue reading SEEING SENSE IN SWINDON