Susie and I had our lunch at The Hare Arms the other day. It was my choice. Last time I left Susie in charge of lunch venues she tried to take me to a truck stop and a nudist caravan site, all in one day.
I feel like a bit of a regular at The Hare Arms. I have my favourite lunch, the mushroom and stilton ciabatta, and I like to sit in the conservatory, (which is, coincidentally, made by the same people as the one on our house), so I can keep an eye out for chickens, peacocks and Otis the cat.
Everyone loves Otis!
I remember the first time I visited The Hare Arms. It was Adam’s birthday and we met up with some friends in the garden there. It was peaceful and serene, the sun was shining. Two fabulous peacocks sauntered down the road, swaying their magnificent plumage from side to side. The next thing we knew, Adam had jumped up from the picnic bench, leapt over the chunky hedge, and was chasing them down the road! Turns out, one of them had dropped a couple of feathers and he was on a mission to retrieve them. No birds were hurt.
The Hare Arms is rammed full of all sorts of weird and wonderful things. All the things. Everywhere.
You might think The Hare Arms is in the middle of nowhere, and it kind of is, but the beautiful village of Stow Bardolph is well worth a visit. Although small, it has so much going for it and a really tangible sense of it’s history. Visit the Stow Hall Gardens, pop to Church Farm and/or get slightly unnerved in my favourite church, which I have written about before, here.