Just over 3 miles into the day’s run the Full Moon appeared off to the right. It looked closed but I stopped anyway to check out the free book stall (I’ve seen a lot of phone boxes converted this way, and it is always a welcome sight). A couple emerged from the door and I decided to give the bar a try.
It was a very small bar, indeed, as the Inn seems more dedicated to food. I suspect the proprietor, Fernando, is a better chef than bartender or cellarman. The Guinness I had was lifeless and far too cold and not even worth the discount price (and certainly not worth the wait for service).
With many planned stops, today, I couldn’t linger anyway. It is a fine old house, though, and the sunny windows were tempting to sit in for at least a second go at the poorly poured stout.