DRINK: Finding the way to The Daneway…

Last time we went on a walk we were in actual fact trying to work out the route to the other pub in our village. That’s right people, we have a CHOICE of pubs. (I love our village SO much).

Anyway, we set off in the right direction, but soon the geography graduate/tour leader with us was intent on walking in the opposite direction from where we all knew the pub was. Suffice to say, we never found the pub. But we did have a lovely walk so no harm done.

This time. I took charge, and we found the pub, via a pretty easy 15/20 minute potter through the fields, along the stream that runs through the bottom of the valley and via a very cool bridge, that Richard quickly declared was “Castle-raiding-invasion territory,” which made me very nostalgic for those incredible games we used to play as children.

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It was a super afternoon…just us two, and the baby bump….pottering around our new land. Loving every minute of it. We found the pub, enjoyed a half of ale in the sunshine before heading back up the hill to curl up in front of the fire. Perfection.