The French Horn, Pewsey Wharf, Wiltshire   1 comment

french horn pewsey sign

A fine mist had descended during my trot from the Cooper’s and the running effort today and other workouts during the week finally caught up to me.  The damp, advancing age, and poor nutrition and hydration resulted in muscle cramps and spasms in my shoulders and legs.  Medicine, in the form of a Weston’s cider, was available just inside the warm confines of the French Horn.

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It was actually a bit TOO warm inside, humid and heady with the tempting scents of the Sunday dinner.  “Will you be staying for lunch,” the barmaid asked. “I want to, but I need to catch the bus soon.”  She seemed genuinely disappointed but not so much as I did.  Famished and starting to sweat, I took up residence in the garden and hoped for the best with the weather.

french horn pewsey garden

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