This pub is without a doubt my favourite I have found in Britain so far. The only way to reach it is by foot, bicycle or boat, which, as one of the staff members told me on my first visit, 'proves very difficult if we ever need an ambulance'. It seems to keep sporadic opening hours, and the night before I took photo this we had come down on the off chance it was open and found ourselves thrust into the midst of the local Christmas party. There was stew and cider and music in a barn. The first band, consisting of two middle-aged men called Hugh and Joe, sung songs Joe had written about his first wife, 'when I still loved her'. The second band's lyrics referred to gypsies, apples and birds. 'Anyone would think I was on drugs' the singer joked. I'm not convinced he wasn't.
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