Abs is lovely, as is DH Keith and son Daniel. The house is simply stunning, with more oak than, er, an oaky thing. On Sunday morning, when I got up and went outside, all I could hear was the rustling of leaves, a babbling brook and the occasional 'moo' from the dairy farm. Tranquil doesn't even begin to describe the setting. I live under the Western approach to Heathrow Airport so the absence of aeroplane noise Chez Abs was amazing. I'm afraid I couldn't do justice to the huge plate of spag bol and cheesy potatoes, but I managed to polish off a Black Sheep ale. Breakfast next morning involved offerings from Billy's 'Compendium of Pig'....yummy!
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