Having pre-booked a stopover to break up the long drive to Cornwall, we set off on Friday morning in Daisy, my little yellow car, to travel to North Nibley in Gloucestershire. The Black Horse Inn to be exact. We expected the journey to take about four hours but a couple of traffic jams and over five hours later saw us parking up in the pub car park.
Picture book pretty from the outside, unfortunately the inside needed not only a lot of TLC but also a bloody good clean! I’m pleased we were only there for the one night.
It was a scorchingly hot day but after some much needed refreshment (a beer), we set off for a walk to stretch our legs. The barmaid recommended a walk to the Tyndale Monument as having lovely views from the top.
Here it is from the pub beer garden. Yep. That tower above the tree tops!
It was about a mile perhaps, uphill through cool, shady woodland and the views from the meadow at the top were indeed spectacular. Including the Severn Bridge 12 miles away.
It was quite a steep walk in places and I found a sturdy stick to help Patrick. Once at the top though, he found himself a much bigger Gandalf style stick which he brandished proudly!
Once up there and having caught our breath back, we decided to climb up the steps inside the monument. There are 121 of the buggers. All was well until I came face to face with a nesting pigeon on a ledge right next to the steps. Those who know me will understand my panic! Patrick then had to squeeze past me and stand in front of the bird to shield me from it as I passed. It was worth the climb once we reached the top though.
Now feeling that our legs had been stretched enough, it was back to the pub for a swifty before freshening up for our evening meal.
The meals of steak and chips for Patrick and gammon and chips for me weren’t very good, the chips being frozen chips that had been deep fried to a tooth threatening crisp. I think least said soonest mended is my feeling about our stay at The Black Horse. We slept fairly well though and after a breakfast that was of the same standard as the previous night’s meal, we were ready to be on our way.
Cornwall here we come!