The Farriers Arms is, in contrast to many of the surrounding Cotswold Stone buildings, built of warm old red bricks. It sits near the church at the north-eastern end of the village.
On our last visit (7.30 pm on a Wednesday in late June) there were just a couple of drinkers sitting outside but inside the pub was deserted - of both customers and staff. We kicked our heels for 5 minutes or so and eventually a woman appeared who gave every impression of being annoyed that we'd disturbed her evening.
The Farriers offers a selection of beers and lagers but sadly, during past visits the real ales have been very poorly presented showing clear evidence of poor cellar practices and this trip was no exception with the local bitter tasting thin and musty.
Before we could ask whether there was a table available (a simple courtesy as the place was clearly empty) our hostess disappeared. The menu was uninspiring and the tables unpromisingly set with paper serviettes tucked into glasses a la 1960s but we were hungry and decided to eat anyway.
The Landlady (for apparently it was she) appeared twice during the next 20 minutes but studiously avoided eye contact with us before vanishing on another errand so we had no chance to order food. In the end my supper partner threw her toys out of the pram and we left the remains of our drinks and the Farrier's Arms. As we departed we noticed that even the couple sitting outside had gone leaving the pub and presumably the till, quite empty.
Needless to say we won't be hurrying back.
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