As today’s route commenced from the ‘far end’ of Baugh Fell and Knoutberry Haw, rather than head back towards the Moorcock Inn and Hawes further on, we decided to have a bimble on into Sedbergh for our post-ramble tipple and what a lovely surprise was in store.
Sedbergh is a lovely quaint little town, and dead centre we located the Bull Hotel. After safely negotiating our way into the car park (well apart from the Cap’n, who didn’t want to damage the Range Rover) we entered the Bull on a busy Saturday afternoon. As such, once we were adorned with alcohol, a lack of space, meant we were off into a side room, which seemed very sparse, and turned out to double up as the restaurant.
This room didn’t really feel like you were in a pub, more the hotel side of things, which as it turned out we were. As for the guy who came in looking for his phone under our seats and table “oh I was here about two weeks ago, I wondered if I had left it here!”, glad he had his finger on the pulse! As for prices, well they were relatively…oh hang on, Sir Edmund got them in, so can’t possibly comment.
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Beaky
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