The day after returning to Sheffield from London we had to head straight back down south for a family emergency (don’t worry, the Doom Bar cellar hasn’t been raided). I negotiated a stop in Oxon (3 pubs needed) on the way, having seen the public transport options for Burford were a challenge; Mrs RM parked… Continue reading BURFORD BIFFED. IN 20 SECONDS.
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TENNIS BORES IN BURFORD
SPOILER : Contains rare praise for Greene King, so move on now if that upsets you. If you’re American and travelling the Cotswolds on the Fodor (or even the retiredmartin) recommended route, I bet that Burford looks like that “Lil ol’ England” of your dreams. Or of any Richard Curtis film, anyway. It’s very hard… Continue reading TENNIS BORES IN BURFORD
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