When our 1939 Rolls Royce began to sputter outside Bristol, little did we know she would lead us to a former RR meeting centre. Maybe there was a method in her madness and she wanted a respite in familiar surroundings? Whatever the kismet that found us arriving as stressed and weary travellers at this charming home, our tensions immediately diffused. Chris welcomed us warmly and escorted us to a lovely room overlooking a manicured lawn flanked by distant hills while the vegetable garden hinted of delights to come at a scrumptious dinner. The roll top bath immediately soothed and all felt decidedly more optimistic.
Dinner service was prompt and gracious, company delightful and we found ourselves grateful this unscheduled interlude had interrupted our planned progress straight back to London.
Now we plan to return to savour the charms at any season of this perfectly charming inn where chef Kate delights at dinner and breakfast with refined flavours. Don’t wait for your car to break down as an excuse to visit!More