The Colesbourne Inn is no longer suitable as the 1000th Pub because it became the 952nd today. I will update the 1000th announcement later tonight to reflect a new choice (the Bear Hotel in Devizes, most likely). Oops.
The run went well from Cheltenham to Colesbourne despite the incessant rain and occasional trips into traffic. Looking over the map I missed a few key sights, namely…
Itlay, which I believe is the Cotswold way of saying Italy (which I love). Oh to summer in Roam, Nye Poles, or Cecily and enjoy a proper plate of deep-fried spagbol.
An indication of my late maturity is the fact that I didn’t make a beeline to Slutswell, nor did I try to loop past the Broadride (“you must be this tall to Ride the Broad” keeps ringing in my ears). I did go past what I thought was Hummer Town only to be soundly disappointed.