If you’re looking for leftfield or craving creativity then zoom up the A34 to Oxford’s Cowley Road. Hero Brown, Muddy’s Editor-in-Chief and ex-Cowley resident, shows us round.Read more
Naughty bishops, cold baths at Winchester College and lots and lots of pubs.Read more
I can always tell it’s Mothers Day. The daffodils are out, there’s warmth in the sun and my summer-long yearning to chiii-ll by water begins.
I’ve no preference over what kind of water. Riverside is heaven: a mellow stream, weeping willows and the occasional swan, but hum-huu… the sea is dreamy too, salty air blowing away those winter cobwebs, seagulls, yachts and platters of local seafood. And lucky me, because Hants is heaving with waterside eateries — be it river, estuary or crashing wave.Read more
What’s a girl to do when she’s too goddam fat to review another restaurant without fear of a hernia? Call Rachel, fellow elasticated trouser wearer and brilliant Muddy Berks editor, that’s what! Rachel was deputy editor of a national newspaper before she joined us over at the frothy side, so she really knows her stuff. Here’s her review of the André Garrett restaurant at Cliveden near Taplow and if it tempts you, it’s worth knowing that if you live within a 50-mile radius (just into Hants then) you can sign up to Cliveden’s new Dining Card and enjoy a 10% discount off food and drink; special events plus celebration vouchers for Champagne, a boat trip and room upgrade.Read more
Hidden away in a corner nook of The Crown Inn, I am nibbling crunchy scotch eggs with a glass of Pietas Red to hand. Life is sweet. The space wins an easy ‘dix points’ for atmosphere and decor; it is not loud, it is not kitsch — never segueing into rustic theme-park territory — but understated, modern and thoroughly British: all cow-print rugs, exposed flint, vintage maps of Hampshire and a delicious wood fire, much needed on this bone-cold Thursday lunchtime.Read more
There’s nothing like planning a mini-break to ease the February blues. If quirky, vintage-chic is your thing, then can I recommend Devon’s Glazebrook House? Brand-new, buzzing and only a short motor down the A303. Thank you Sharon Ryan, aka Ms Muddy Devon, for this review.
I’m going to have to learn to get a grip when I blog about hotels. Seriously, what is it about going off-piste and being someone else’s guest for the night that sends me giddy?Read more
There’s no mistaking this snug drinkery’s spit-and-sawdust origins; you can easily imagine cheeky, peaked-cap chappies winking at you from the bar. This is, after all, Winchester where past and present are often confused: as I write in the city library, a Norman Knight passes on his way to the Gents. There’s a very 21st century re-enactment outside my window so forgive me if I’m distracted by burly men in chainmail…
Have no fear though, you won’t be greeted by suspicious locals, or warriors, at The Green Man.Read more