And it all looked so promising; geese in bed; full lights on outside and in; so round we went (one way or another); the car park was rammed with reet posh cars; so masks on in we went; looking forward to our first pint ever, ever, ever; folk sitting in the Chesterfields; all pleasantly busy; and we have always been welcome; so to the bar, beer - pumps resplendent, only to be told they are not open for "casual drinkers"; casual drinkers, Casual Drinkers, CASUAL DRINKERS; us casual drinkers?; good grief just what is going on?; all that guff about getting back to normal; easing; ready to welcome us back; and then to be called Casual Drinkers; well that's it; no more; never, ever, ever going in the Two Bridges ever, ever again; the cheek of it!
After a nice goosy welcome. A most pleasant round of Wistman's studying most every tree and reinterpreting the inscription. Steadily up to Longaford in the lovely evening light for a cuppa. Along, along by Little Bee and Littaford over the stile and gently down to Crockern. Even the mud seemed to be having a rest day. Lots of nice light to get us back to the cars and the promise of a lovely cooling pint and perhaps even a packet of those firecracker lobster ...