Geocaches - 1
Pubs - Coach and Horses, Longborough and The Bell, Moreton in Marsh
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Out with the old and in with the new, as September sees the release of the 2020 Edition of the Good Beer Guide, known only in this blog as "the bible". Ticks have been moved over between editions and and London appears to need completely restarting again.
Let the Ticking Re-Commence |
From the heart of this bustling tourist trap of a town, we head west towards Batsford. Decent paths shared with puppy walkers upsetting Mrs M with their tiny charges, who bizarrely appears to be canine broody. Our destination, Bourton-on-the-Hill, where the truly thirsty could imbibe at the Horse and Groom.
Heading out on the Monarchs Way |
Horse and Groom at the top of the Hill |
The finest walking on the HOEW |
Sezincote Hall, peeking through the trees |
For a Mr and Mrs Mappiman Selfie |
Its a Donnington Tied house, so we can expect a wonderful building and beer that's a slight improvement on Arkells.
Lovely Beer Garden |
Beautiful Building. Scrumpy drinking American consulting the Map. Stone dog keeps watch |
The walk back to Moreton is 2 miles of gentle countryside on the Monarch's Way, delivering us to the Duck Pond. A well walked area means there's little chance of unfound Geocaches but there is a new Church Micro, should you be able to get a car driver to pause to let you cross the road.
Walking Back to Moreton |
For a Church Micro Geocache in a lovely location |
Onto the first tick from the 2020 bible. I've booked a table for 13:30 and its 13:28 when we breech the threshold, having looked at the tenuous signs proclaiming Tolkein significance. Mrs M mutters under her breath about it being like Tintagel and King Arthur all over again.
Ding Dong, its a gorgeous Cotswold Pub |
Prancing Pony, Frodo Baggins local. |
Its much quieter than you would expect. The bar staff are nearly equal to punters - of which there are four elderly diners and yours truly.
Its therefore rather disappointing to be told there's a 45 minute wait for food. What on earth is the Chef up to? He can't be cooking for anyone else.
At least there's a good choice of Ales to keep me entertained. Prescott Hill Climb and North Cotswold Shagweaver would have been more loyal to the area, but as I failed to find Timothy Taylor Landlord anywhere on our recent holiday in Austria, there could only be one winner.
14:15 and the elderly's food comes out. A parsnip is dropped into a drink. There are complaints about burned Yorkshire Puddings. Al Dente Vegetables need to be rigorously defended by a harassed manager.
We are glad we don't work in Public Service Jobs.
Although I did need to ask where the head on my Landlord had disappeared to.
The Map offered no clues |
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