Guest User
May 6, 2025
Ridden past this place many times, pulled in Saturday afternoon after mountain biking the Bucknell trails just a mile or so away. Idyllic setting, the garden runs down to the river. It’s picture post card stuff. As soon as you walk in you can smell history, solid oak floor, crooked beams, tiles and black and white photos of yesteryear. Grabbed a pint of wye valley ale and some peanuts and headed for the garden where lunch plans were rewritten. Home made, wood fired pizzas: wow.