From Hannington the return trip was mostly downhill except for one last encounter with cattle (at least no horny and pissed-off bulls, this time). I came into Blunsdon about a half hour after leaving the Jolly Tar and soon spotted the Heart in Hand. The sign was familiar and I realised while shooting the photos that it was similar to the race shirt from a pub race I did in Lawrence, Massachusetts the winter a year before moving to England and that I happened to be wearing at that very moment. Cool.
Inside it was pretty nice with the lead framed windows spilling in plenty of light and the friendly publican and family entertaining a couple of kooky locals while they all planned an away weekend. That’s a fantastic local for you. I ordered a Moles but the keg blew and they had another ready to go in five minutes although by then I had settled on something else. I even got in a line about carnivorous buffalo that one old guy thought were real and I had to correct myself for him (I think the White Horse fiasco affected me more than previously thought).