Woodborough Inn, Winscombe, Somerset

There’s no getting away from it – I’m going to sound patronising writing this. But well done, the Woodborough. Continue reading

Butcher’s Arms, Sheepscombe

Out in those special wilds of the Cotswolds, the wintry fields lie dun and bleak, while the pedestrian cowers on splattered verges as executive Jags roll by on their way … Continue reading

Crown Inn, Churchill, Somerset

Two rooms in a stone house up a muddy lane in a small village. Continue reading

The Bear Hotel, Crickhowell, Powys

A splendid, wooden, wonky-ceilinged, roaring fire-laden hostelry, found in the warm centre of this small town in the Welsh Black Mountains. To gaze at the fine and estimable frontage of … Continue reading

Tunnel House Inn, nr Coates, Gloucestershire

Out of Bristol we go. 20 minutes in the car, we’re scooting along high-hedged country roads, slicking the paintwork with mud. A further 15 minutes later, we’re through a series … Continue reading

Ye Olde Plough House Inn, Duloe, Cornwall

I was wandering with a friend the other day through the bracken on Black Down, somewhere east of Weston-super-Mare, musing on the general degradation of the male experience. He felt … Continue reading

Bath Ales – Ode to Joy

These wonderful brewers run a small group of pubs so perfect they would make most M25 ring-dwellers splutter into their Carlings. Continue reading

The George Inn, Norton St. Philip

Some landscapes make the built environment placed upon them seem ephemeral. With minimal imagination, you can picture the scene in front of you in a time before town or village … Continue reading

Brean Down, Somerset

To build a folly is a marvellous achievement, a bricks-and-mortar ‘I’m alright Jack, bugger you’ to the world. To construct a folly is to do so in the full knowledge … Continue reading

Warren House Inn, Dartmoor

The insane grip of Dartmoor, which kept the prisoners in their horrific cages, is itself kept at bay inside this pub. Continue reading