Two bars, a function room, narrow serpentine corridors, and a giant garden are nice for any pub, but the people in the Six Bells are really fantastic. Had a nice chat with this old plasterer who was just starting to organise his British Legion Post’s annual poppy drive. The bartender was bright and cheery. A couple of bikers were just leaving as I came in but took a moment to introduce themselves, perhaps in a form of menace, but I literally ran right up to the door (from roughly 10 miles south and along some difficult trails) and was still catching my breath and didn’t really catch onto it until after a hearty round of handshakes and “take care of yerselves!”
There were many good ales to choose from and I got a Samson from Maxim Brewery which was rich in flavour and medium bodied (not unlike myself). I spilled a mouthfull as I moved toward a window seat to continue my conversation and the house dog came and lapped up the mess then followed me over to my seat; “don’t mind him, he’s a peacefull drunk,” the bartender assured me as the dog trotted off banging into a couple of barstools along the way.
