knightI lunched yesterday with a Norman Knight. He is a pub, as you can see, and he is buried in the very inland depths of the countryside, so that I was surprised to be offered fish and chips: but it was very good. I ate up my chips and climbed over the ridge back to where I had left the car, in another village conveniently close to the brewery.

The brewery is a tall ramshackle building made of Victorian bricks and string; on the road home I passed its delivery vehicle.


U: I remember Hook Norton Brewery-strop … 

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