The pub where the county stops (briefly)
I could probably go and find out, via the magic of looking for the relevant LJ entry, when I first found the Berkeley Arms. However it was probably a disturbingly long time ago and I would be left wondering what the hell I was thinking in the interim years. Whatever it was, it didn't add up to 'We should totally visit that pub on a warm evening and sit around with beer.' because it took some proper poking from cybermule before it happened.
So we totally visited that pub on a warm evening and sat around with beer. It was really jolly good.
The place has a bar with a choice of bitter or, er, an unlit Guinness pump. The thing that was lit was the square 'Tartan Bitter' lamp from the seventies. There were probably bottles of barley wine, Babycham and Mackeson, too.
There were Zwartbles sheep that belonged to the landlady, which were in the field out front, rather than in the bar. That would have been weird. Also out front was a pillbox that offered commanding views over the fast-rising tide up the Severn.
Later, we went to inspect the state of the Purton Hulks in the last of the daylight.
So we totally visited that pub on a warm evening and sat around with beer. It was really jolly good.
The place has a bar with a choice of bitter or, er, an unlit Guinness pump. The thing that was lit was the square 'Tartan Bitter' lamp from the seventies. There were probably bottles of barley wine, Babycham and Mackeson, too.
There were Zwartbles sheep that belonged to the landlady, which were in the field out front, rather than in the bar. That would have been weird. Also out front was a pillbox that offered commanding views over the fast-rising tide up the Severn.
Later, we went to inspect the state of the Purton Hulks in the last of the daylight.