Yeah, back in the shire.
Exactly a month since we went back down south.
The trains were all really quiet yesterday - we reprised the Eastbourne-Gatwick-Reading-Bristol route and it felt even less stressful, simply because of the familiarity. 5 hours front door to front door.
Unsurprisingly, after a brief regather, we ambled around to the Barley Mow. Home from home.
It was quite lively but seating was easy. We noted there was a lot of "bitter" in the cask line-up and we weren't really in the mood for that. So we had Notorious followed by some of the best Moor Distortion I've had. I'm looking forward to comparing it when we head up to Moor shortly.
We toyed with the idea of the new food offering - but decided against it. Then we saw the indian-inspired small plates come and and started to think we might have enjoyed (there are other days).
We finished off with Southville Hop which is still one of the best strong but not stupid beers you can get.
There's a comforting rhythm to our arrival. No angsting about where to go, no polite tiptoeing about who wants to go where (yeah, we still do that). We are very dull in our approach but it adds to the relaxation.
Moor this evening, and tomorrow there may be excurting...who knows.
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