I found my way to the Woden Inn via a wee detour from the running task at hand (acquisition of the Christmas tree). It looked the part and I strode in with cider on my mind.
No Christmas music unless you count ‘Bat Out of Hell,’ or the back catalog of Pulp, which was refreshing and, considering the decor, unexpected.
It was cold out but otherwise the weather was spectacular — sunny, a cloudless crystalline sky, and the low angled light of the week of the solstice. That, surely, was the only reason there were only three of us (plus the bartender and the elves) in residence. It is a cracking pub in a town full of them; hopefully business picks up as the sun sets.
Endless British Pub Crawl (Part 3) 
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