Last Call

This is The Bear Inn, a gorgeous and very English pub just down the road from where I was staying. During the winter the massive fireplace blazes nonstop until about mid-March. The heat is incredible. I remember sweating like a kid in gym class on Christmas Eve from the heat. It was amazing to walk into a place with a Cheers-like atmosphere where literally everybody did know your name and were semi glad you came. The food was pretty delish as well. Clientelle were also permitted to bring in their dogs, although in my literaryesque mind where everything was just so British in Bisley, the dogs were actually referred to ask 'hounds'.