Over a hill and through some muddy fields to the south of Purton, my run continued into Lydiard Millicent where the Sun Inn greeted me on the road back into western Swindon. Owned by the guy that owns The Steam Railway in Old Town, the nice landlady interrogated me about the photography right off the bat which makes me think she might know about this blog (I might just be paranoid, though). The beer was good, something like Cornish Knocker [or something rude about your tackle] in the name. Quite a delightful place, but the flu relapse was upon me and I didn’t linger.
