If you thought of all the elements that could make up the perfect English rural inn then you would end up with a pub like this one. A large wooden door opens on to a bar on your right (and beyond a restaurant area) on the left a inglenook fireplace, with a Jacobean-style backplate, and log fuelled roaring open fire. Low oak beams and a beaming host. And a pub cat, seated majestically on a bar stool. An extensive blackboard menu arrests the palate and the results do not disappoint. The portions are enormous, freshly prepared and very tasty. Top grade pub fayre indeed. There's a honesty bookshop, traditional boardgames and a low-lighted friendly atmosphere. On departure, I peered through the window at the ink-black, rain-pummeled night, and darkly muttered to myself that I'd forgotton an umbrella. I needn't have worried. We were offered one to return to our accomodation. Now that's what I call service.
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