Last Saturday, and too late for my Image of the Week, the Guardian published a list of twenty country walks with a pub somewhere en route.
I’ve been to none of them, but the following are some I remember with great fondness …
My father’s father (Grandad) lived just outside Eastbourne on the south coast of England. Great walking was to be had on the chalky South Downs and once, just once, our three generations of men walked up to the top of Beachy Head from the town below …
… and then we had a look at this classic view …
…. before having a pint in the Beachy Head Inn.
Although that was a noteworthy occasion, during my regular breaks from university life, and when I didn’t have to go to my holiday workplace, I’d go for a day’s walking over the South Downs ….
… and have a lunchtime pint at somewhere like this village pub in Alciston.
Lake District, north-west England
From mid-1976 to the end of 1979, I lived in West Cumbria, the flattish coastal plain to the west of the area known as the Lake District for a fairly obvious reason. These lakes nestle among England’s highest mountains, which are miniscule compared to the Himalayas, but still offer great walking along the ridges.
I wrote about Ennerdale Bridge recently, so rather than repeating myself, here are some more photos.
View from the Shepherds Arms …
The Wasdale Head Inn was a welcome sight, both before and especially after climbing the Great Gable or Scafell Pike, and not just because it had draft Theakston’s Old Peculiar. I had a CZ trials bike at that time, and always enjoyed zooming around the countryside. The car park was a bonus.
Before ^ and After v