Spending a couple of days in Porlock, Somerset. We're staying at the Top Ship in the town itself, which is a lovely old pub. Last night, before going out to dinner, we were sat in the bar and there was a couple of old blokes at another table in a corner. Their conversation was straight out of a dialogue between Peter Cook and Dudley Moore as Derek and Clive. It was pure, comedic, stream of consciousness stuff.
Love the pub dog - friendly as hell, but a bit of a stinker and in need of a good bath.
We had dinner at the Porlock Weir Hotel, which used to be Miller's at Porlock and was sold to new owners in January following the death of Martin Miller, the previous owner and co-writer of Miller's Antiques Handbook. As Miller's the place was crammed full of antiques, but the new owners have cleared out the clutter, yet retained many of the more decorative antiques and have completely transformed it.
On the way down we called at Sheppy's Cider Farm, where they have a museum, in which I spotted an old friend...
Yes, an Oxford Allen Scythe. Mine is still undergoing repair.
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