"Pleasant airy bar and lounge with separate adjacent restaurant. Outdoor area at lower level with pub's own campsite adjacent. Six berth bunkhouse below pub. Breakfast available to those camping or staying in bunk house."
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A window worth saving, a blast from the past, when pubs were busy, and the ceilings brown from nicotine and tar when the air was hazy and blue. Now that's what I call a pub.
The pub, finally closed is doors in June 2017 and has remained empty ever since.
I am sure when the guru 
C'mon
Let's mooch
Through the basement kitchen and up the stairs we go
Economics that don't make sense, 10p across the board price rise? No wonder they are going to have a last few months to go.
Bobby, mate, you ain't gonna be here at xmas, hope you didn't ask for much.
the decor leaves a lot to be desired, looks like a tart's boudoir.
That is one hell of a mark up, 95p must be the cost of the ingredients in either option
I don't know what it is like in other parts of the world but here in the uk, "all the trimmings" usually means carrots and fucking broccoli, I mean c'mon does any one other than a fussy eater actually like that green shite?
Always a sign of class (not), wine on draught FFS. I don't usually drink wine, but my son has just got me into drinking a brand called 19 crimes, red, white or rose, bloody lovely, highly recommended.
But in a clean glass of course.
Well I guess it beats Password1, just about.
Let's see what we can find in the private area, where the licensees lived
A few random photos. Nothing to get excited about too modern.
It's that Bobby dude again.
A few accounting bits from way back in 2006
I wonder if these were Bobby's boots growing up
Pretty boring little mooch, no history, not much treasure and now all I need to do is boing boing boing my way back to my motor.
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