I have returned from Deepest, Darkest, Devon.
I spent Sunday night in a pub on the edge of Dartmoor, to enable me to be at a nearby depot for 08.15.
A meeting, some tests, some research, some measurements, a couple of phone calls, and many photographs later and I was back on the road.
By 14.00 I was back at my desk in Leicester.
The pub – The Tradesman’s Arms – was off the beaten track, and very quiet.
And, as evidenced by the ineffective broadband, is in the middle of nowhere (how I am used to the 100Mb download/30Mb upload of rural Nottinghamshire!)
Not withstanding the lack of broadbandage, and the equally underperforming lack of mobile signal, I had a very comfortable night there.
And a very hearty breakfast!
I shouldn’t imagine The Tradesman’s Arms gets much by way of passing trade (the lanes being narrow, meandering, and not prone to passing of any description).
But if you’re in the area of Scorriton, near Buckfastleigh, I would strongly suggest you pop in for a beer, for a meal, or (if they have a room free), for the night.
And when you’ve finished reading this, check out the ‘A brief history’ column on the pub’s website.
That’s a good enough reason to visit all by itself!
Should I find myself in that neck of the woods I shall take your advice. But not on a night when I might need the internet!
I didn’t know that you work in Leicester. I spent my first 29 years there!