The Anchor, in Anchor on the Welsh border (yes, there's not much else nearby), was only reached after a long climb through mist on narrow roads. I found myself keeping whistling "Bad Moon Rising", and if that had been a Morris sword star rather than a horseback lance above the bar, I definitiely would have kept off the moors.
The beer was good, though.
Thursday 12 June 2008
Bad Moon Rising
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