Leaving the Stroud Half Marathon with a crowd I opted to follow a side trail beside a stream and emerged by a massive pub/restaurant. Result!
The Old Nelson is a fortress of Cotswold stone a few hundred meters out of the town centre and was packing in a lunch crowd. I avoided the seating queue and snuck through to the bar and got a lager then headed back out to the garden (too humid and warm inside). It doesn’t look like the sort of place I would want to hang out in even if it was a proper pub: a bit suburban and self-conscious but not really self-aware.
As I left the spreading willow under which I had been sitting, a crowd of race participants arrived wearing their medals. The youngest must have been 45 years old. Wearing participant medals. Middle aged. The Nelson is probably right for them.