My first impressions of the inside of the pub weren't great, the refurbished look of the interior needs weathering and the large amount of natural light coming from the rear of the pub makes it a bit too bright, but in all honesty this is me nit-picking because this is a fabulous pub and the residents that live nearby are very fortunate to have a pub this good on their doorstep.
As it is owned by Wye Valley brewery there is a great selection of good beer, I chose a pint of HPA (Hereford Pale Ale), Craig, Shelley's brother, opted for the Wye Valley bitter, while Shelley and sister in law Maria went for Stowford Press cider. Unfortunately I instantly regretted my decision as the HPA was a lot lighter than the stuff I've had before so, although it tasted otherwise, it looked like a 'sample'...I joined Craig on the Wye Valley bitter for pint number two.
Now I'm not sure what the elderly gentleman sat at the bar was drinking but whatever it was it must have been strong as, not long after we got there, he was forced to do the walk of shame (well, to be fair, it was more the stagger of shame) as he was carefully guided out of the pub by the landlord.
Our hosts could have hardly been any more welcoming as well as prompt, friendly service at the bar, we were given complimentary crisps and peanuts during the match and free sarnies at half time. Rule Britannia !!
True to form, following a couple of slip ups the day before, Maria carried on where she'd left off commenting that one of the England rugby players had got 'cabbage ears', erm, I think you'll find the vegetable in question is a cauliflower Maria !!
The game itself was a real nail bitter with England ending up victorious so it was time for our sweet chariots to carry us to the next pub.
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