Except I'll mention just one other great big plus. There's loads of pubs in Brixham, so many in fact that I haven't discovered all the decent boozers yet. I think that I'd be hard pressed to find one as brilliant as this though. It's probably why my pub crawling antics are so half hearted. The brilliant thing is that The Queens Arms, South Devon's CAMRA pub of the year for 2016, it's just a couple of hundred yards stagger away from my home. It was the icing on the cake as far as choosing my lovely house was concerned.
Mr Metrosexual popped round all stressed yesterday evening because his house has been turned into a building site on account of work on his extension. The pretentious bugger calls it an orangery but it looks like a sun room to me. My day at work hadn't been a picnic in the park either and, as I'm on a course for some of next week, I was still catching up with notes when he arrived at 7:30. As such I was easily persuaded to ditch the paperwork and head out for a healthful supper of pints and pasties.
Here's Mr Metrosexual enjoying his. It's a horrible picture but he's wholly deserving of bad publicity. In spite of the excellent range of beverages on offer he gives me the embarrassment each time of ordering a pint of Carlsberg. The locals are incredulous and quite rightly take the piss. I'm thinking that a visit two nights in a row might be in order. It's music night on Saturdays and tomorrow's band look the biz. Corn Pipe is visiting. I wonder if he'd like to come and see them with me. With such good beer to boot I don't think that he's going to take much persuading!