I'm not as competitive with my Good Beer Guide Ticking as I am with my Geocaching but occasionally, there's a chance to bag a rarity.
Sat Nav tells me I live 13 miles from Upper Farmcote. If I type it into Google Maps, it points me to a Farmcote near Winchcombe. It's not, the one I am after is somewhere in the wilds of Bridgnorth.
First, I need to get to 1000 Geocaches for the calendar year. This part of the world is saturated with caches, all laid by Blokie Bloke - a man who's email notifications must ring off the hook. A nice couple of miles bimbling through the Shropshire Countryside and I reach 1006, with 13 for the day.
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| The Geocache Laden Shropshire Wilds |
Onto the pub. Help is at hand to let you know you have arrived at the right Farmcote.
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| Not in Winchcombe |
The Bible provides the background. The name is nothing to do with Tony Hart's clay man. It states that its a former farmhouse, converted to a pub in the 1850s and popular with walkers and locals. What locals? There's scarcely another building around.
But it is busy on a Wednesday lunch time and there's a good reason. It's a classic country pub - from the outdoor loos to the pre-aga aga and furniture that was bizarrely labelled as being used in episode of Morse.
I loved it - and here is why.
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| Classic Country Pub |
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| Unique porch glassware |
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| View from the Morse Bench to the Pre-Aga Aga |
But Mappiman, what about the beer? Does it deserve to be in the Good Beer Guide?
Well, yep, all my favourites are here - Three Tuns, Wye Valley HPA and Butty Bach but in honour of a particular pub ticker whom I can never hope to catch, I went for one of these.
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| Only my 3rd Ever Pint of the Red Triange |
And as its Xmas - here's a bonus and how I imagine his living room to look.
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| Carefully Avoiding Catching my Reflection |
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