A friend of mine came over last night for drinks. I decided we should go somewhere a little different; somewhere we’d never been before; a proper country local with a fire and local fayre.
I opted for the Rising Sun in Witheridge Hill. And a good discovery it turned out to be! What started as a quiet pint in the garden (unusually warm for October!) became a game of Trivial Pursuit with and against the affable locals, which ran on into the evening and brought with it the warm bonhomie that I’d hoped for. It’s a cycle ride away, but flanked by total darkness, just the kind of welcome retreat that rural England does so well.