|From the hermitage, a walk down a neighbouring cul de sac is the quickest route to the nearest proper pub..|
|...not a long walk, in fact Ordnance Survey say it’s a mere 0.5km, taking all of 6 minutes|
|At the end of the cul de sac, a path leads through woodland full of dappled sunlight...|
|...and out through the gates which were once part of an old long lost country mansion...|
|...just in time to wonder why the local peacock crossed the road. Could it be because it’s too posh for chickens round here...?|
|Not far now...just the quaint little |
|...and there it is...The Travellers Rest... fitting after such a tough walk. |
The sanitiser bottle on the table by the side gate was empty but not to worry, I pushed open the door and went inside where there was another table with sanitiser, instructions for social distancing and a laptop for entering track and trace details.
The landlord must have spotted my puzzled expression as I looked at the laptop screen and came over to help me enter my details...
“Are you going to sit outside?“
“You don’t need this then...”
So I was in...(or out as the case may be) and I couldn’t help thinking of the line in the Monty Python Secret Service sketch...
Can you keep a secret?
Good...well you’re in then.
|I asked if there was any real ale so I didn’t have to go round the bar where I would have been at an anti-socially close distance to another bloke. “Hobgoblin” the landlord said, so I had a pint of that (not Jail Ale). |
|Behind the pub, in the beer garden, the view across the fields and woodland is lovely...|
|The quintessential English countryside is no Jamaica beach scene but still not a bad view at all for Stevie T while he is rustling up his BBQ fare. It looks like there’ll be good BBQ business with the forecast for decent weather this weekend...|
|The well travelled pub bloggers will have no trouble in naming this island...unless it’s just a blob of paint on a sheet...or a stingray...|
|There were a few people at the garden tables, and with the couple of blokes inside ...custom wasn’t bad for 4pm on a Thursday.|