Sunday, November 11, 2007
The Three Horseshoes at Warham All Saints, Norfolk
One of my all time favourite pubs has recently launched it's own website (no wonder it's getting busier) and the photos certainly do it more justice than mine ever could - but here's a little piece I prepared anyway following a recent stay.
There's so much to recommend the Three Horseshoes that it's difficult to know where to start, but I'm hoping that these pictures, though hardly brochure material, do at least convey the aesthetics if not the atmosphere of this wonderful place. Being a lover of wild spots (that's naturally wild - not 'Jonny's' on a Saturday night wild!) the location of the 'Shoes is perfect.
Situated a couple of miles inland from Wells-next-the-Sea (the north Norfolk coast's halfway-house), the pub acts as a great base for exploring this internationally important shoreline whilst providing everything that makes traditional English pub B&B the best type of accommodation going. The five guest rooms are in the old Post Office next door, which also houses a quaint lounge and country kitchen style breakfast room. Access to your digs is separate from the pub but is only a few yards down the street and does mean your comings and goings aren't restricted by the odd opening hours the Horseshoes keeps (by this I mean afternoon closing, a rare thing these days where I'm from).
I have included a shot of the menu board to give an idea of what culinary delights await, though in actual fact this selection is pretty much fixed and only alters due to seasonal availability.
As you may have guessed the pub is renowned for it's pies and puddings so make sure to work up a good appetite - a few hours tramping around Warham Greens, Wells Woods or the magnificent beaches at Holkham should do the trick!
This time of year is of course fresh mussel season and here, like in so many of the local pubs and restaurants, they come to your table by the bucket load - a fantastic feast and not to be missed!
The permanent beers are Greene King IPA and of course that old favourite Woodforde's Wherry (served straight from the cask and at it's very best here I must add). Incidentally to those folks at a couple of pubs in West Yorkshire who drink the stuff forced through a sparkler at less than 12 degrees - you have absolutely no concept of how this legendary beer should be enjoyed! The Wherry & IPA are occasionally supplemented by a guest ale, which wasn't a bad drop of Tydd Steam Swedish Blonde (4.0%) during our few days stay.
I've yet to come here when the snow is falling but I imagine the scene would be straight off one of those deluxe Christmas cards that big companies send to their best paying clients - the kind of image that briefly transports you to a different time and place when all was rural beauty and thatched tranquility. 'Tis with a mug of ale and full belly hearkening to familiar talk and cracking embers that I would choose to spend my final hours'. Robert Swift in 1886 may have had this place in mind! (map)