The Kings Head, Hursley, Hampshire.
Never done this before, but just to make it different I thought I’d try and poem my way through a review. Don’t expect Keats though. Plus my constructive critic, DS, thought my last blog was “lacking in wit” ( that’s rhyming slang for how he more blatantly expressed his feelings towards it ), and he may have had a point as it wasn’t the best.
( clears throat ).
In July it was GB’s special day,
She was er.. 21 again, I’d better say.
We went somewhere pleasant,
Just as a nice present,
To Hursley, ( I couldn’t afford Bray ).
It was only one night, just a treat.
A teeny weeny village, in Hampshire near Fleet, ( closer to Winchester but this ain’t easy you know ).
We stayed at the Kings Head
Just a meal and a bed,
Cheap as chips, lovely food, Bon appetit…..
We travelled down in a car, GB at the wheel,
Our SatNav though, tried taking us via Deal. ( I know every slip road off of the M3 now ).
The sun shining bright,
The Inn glistening white,
The interior had a cosy ‘n’ comfortable feel…..
Our table was booked at half three,
A roast dinner, can’t beat it, pot pourri.
Quick drink in the sun, ( outside, not in another pub )
The garden is fun,
Then time for our dinner, hope no broccoli!…..
Broccoli came out on the plate,
You can’t win them all I must state,
The rest of the dinner,
One hundred per cent winner,
The roasties, top drawer, really great……
Our room was cool, done in grey and sage,
Not a hint of boring old beige, ( praise the Lord )
A fair old sized shower
With bundles of power,
We weren’t in there together, at our age??……
It had a nice little sofa to sit,
With views of the church opposite,
It has to be said,
On Sunday, Hursley’s dead,
But the pubs own Skittles alley was a hit! ( I didn’t play due to an injury but it looked the dogs danglies )… Other games available also but SKITTLES, that’s quality!…..
A beer in The Dolphin and a relaxing stroll, ( I had to take it slow, The Dolphin is 100yds away )
We returned to our lovely Hampshire bolt hole,
Sunday eve at The Kings Head,
They do a cracking flatbread,
Might be wrong but cooked on charcoal? ( ask the owners, Penny was very helpful )…..
The courtyard reminded me of the med,
Stunning patio heaters, vintage red.
With a glass of white wine,
Lovely area to dine,
Pretty soon it was closers ( last drink ), and then bed…..
Next morning , a full English, in the price,
Have to say, it’s high five, very nice,
All the food was exquisite,
The Inn’s well worth a visit,
Would I go back?.. You don’t have to ask twice!…( Take me now! )
Small print. Ok same size print but small extra details…. And not in poetry form.
All the staff were very friendly and helpful.
We booked a “Spoil Yourself Sunday” deal. It was by a country mile the cheapest place I found. On a serious note the food was very good. We stayed in the Baxendale room. We loved the clean, airy, bright room. No window in the Baxendale bathroom, but it’s not the end of the world.
Winchester is very close and has, providing you are able, some lovely areas to wander around.
Hope you liked my efforts. If you didn’t, well, at least I’m experimenting various avenues!… Think Keats might be safe for now. Following this, The Ivy, described through the medium of breakdance!…
Next up, The Foodies Festival!