I took my better half to the Fox and Hounds for her birthday in late November.
I’ve typically got mixed feelings about the Cotswolds; despite living in one of the most expensive boroughs in London (Richmond), there are times when parts of the area feel just a bit too “OK YA” and posh caps in red corduroys for me. Close your eyes in some Cotswold pubs, listen to the voices, and you’d be forgiven for thinking you were in an upmarket Chelsea watering hole.
It was a big relief to discover that this was anything but one of those places. This is a pretty village blessed with a wholly unpretentious and genuinely friendly pub that has ‘traditional and charming’ down to a tee.
Our room for the night was a very good size and really reasonable money. Food was excellent – a big thanks to the chef for switching the menu from de-facto veggie option, risotto, and producing a truly excellent Thai veggie curry for the birthday girl. My steak and chips was also very good (and I’ve eaten a lot of that stuff!).
The evening only got better when we noticed Hartley. Who? Hartley - a very handsome Rex rabbit owned by a friendly local. He (Hartley that is) spent the entire evening sitting on the bar eating peanuts in such a relaxed manner that anyone would think a rabbit sitting nonchalantly on the bar of a busy pub is the most normal thing in the world. Apparently, he’s a regular. Given that our menagerie includes five rescue rabbits, you can imagine how chuffed we were.
Overall, the whole evening was one of those cosy, log fire, low lighting, good food and a great atmosphere nights when everything feels just right and, with a few drinks blurring out the usual boring considerations (e.g. how would we get to work?), you find yourself wondering if you really ought to up-sticks and move there tomorrow.
We left the next day, after a very good breakfast, with nothing but good things to say about the Fox and Hounds, its staff, the locals and, of course, Hartley.