13. Things go tits-up in Tackley (again), Saturday 17 August 2002

Mr. David Wacey and I had hatched some sort of plan to slot in some pubs in the Deddington area (including the fabled Falkland Arms at Great Tew) on a circular cycle-pub crawl based around Heyford station. The first five minutes of the day had kicked off quite well as I had arrived at Oxford station, for once in good time.

Dave soon pitched up and was observant enough to note that the 12.50 train wasn't running. We hastily made alternative arrangements and decided instead to go to Banbury on an imminently leaving fast train and perform an amended crawl which would still take in a number of our originally intended pubs. Things took a further turn for the worst when it was noted that the returning train which we intended to catch at Heyford at 22.30 was in fact a bus, probably with brown seats and driven by some fat git who was unlikely to let a couple of pissed fools on with bikes. Undaunted, we set off up some sodding great hill in the boiling heat out of Banbury and about 4 miles later arrived at Adderbury, where we had a couple of halves of Hook Norton Best served to us by a French looking bar man at the Red Lion. There was also Green King IPA and Abbot on, and we noted that it was a rather foody pub.

Nipping across the road we had a quick bite to eat at the Coach and Horses that did reasonably priced Wadworths products and was populated by a more authenic crowd. Leaving here we resolved to cycle a further 3 or so miles along some arduous roads to Deddington where there are a plethora of watering holes for a village. The Deddington Arms was our first stop, which was a bit of a bland and expensive hotel place which did IPA, Youngs Special, Tetley and Pedigree. Deciding to try a different haunt, we had a swift half of London Pride each at the Red Lion, at which the barman who looked like something out of Motorhead assured us that we could have had some Nook Norton Best, but he did not want to draw the new barrel through the pipes yet as the evening punters did not want warm ale. Our last Deddington pub was the Unicorn Inn which again was a bit soulless, though a young lady collecting glasses provided welcome distractions. More run of the mill beers – 6X, Hook Norton Best and Bass – were available.

Leaving Deddington, we headed for Great Tew which was our chief objective, pausing at the White Horse Inn at Duns Tew where Dave opted for more IPA whilst I sampled the delights of Greene King XX Mild on piss flow which was actually quite nice. It was a rather good country pub with an Aussie bar lady who was for some reason wearing a jumper on such a hot day. The seventh pub of the day was the Falkland Arms at Great Tew which has quite legendary status. As we had had another quite long cycle we decided to have a pair of pints each here from the extensive selection – Rebellion Skinfull, Henry's IPA, 6X, Pedigree, Wadworths Somersault, Old Hooky, Hydes Summer Challenger and some stupid cider with bits in it. Also available were proper pork scratchings, snuff and an array of pipe tobacco and clay pipes. Quite rightly this is a superb pub and well worth a visit with good views available from the beer garden, which is good because it isn't particularly kid-friendly. The only slight problem I find is that in Summer it is a bit too popular and you find quite a few people drinking there who don't normally drink in pubs, and I'm not sure if there's much room in there during the winter.

Retracing our steps we arrived at the Fox at Westcote Barton where we decided against Hook Norton Best and Pedigree in favour of some Adnams Broadside. The pub an unfeasibly small and quirky toilet and a particularly good bay window seat but not too much else, though it was quite pleasant for a stay. The Carpenter's Arms at Middle Barton was the next stop about half a mile away, where we had draught Boddingtons which was surprisingly excellent, rather than try the IPA or Pedigree. A bit foody, but very lively at 6pm and we thought that it would be alright for further pints had we not had to push on to the Holt Hotel, at Hopcroft's Holt. Now this is actually a plush hotel bar, so though it doesn't score well, we actually quite liked it and if you were a guest there, it would be quite adequate. Unfortunately, bar snacks are poor and the beer is restricted [a mysterious Claude Duval's bitter was off at the time] to keg Boddingtons.

We razzed off a mere mile through a track burnt across a cornfield to the Red Lion at Steeple Aston which does a couple of Hook Norton ales. This seemed like a particularly locals pub with a friendly atmosphere and a giant bottle of champagne in the gents'. The lively punters were clearly populating this pub as the other, the White Lion, was dire and only had a couple of bud drinking teens with earrings playing pool. The beer selection was not recorded but I reckon it was a Morrells one.

Urgency was setting in a bit so we headed off down a hill to Lower Heyford to the Bell, where I think we sat in the garden drinking some halves of Adnams or Abbot on a very rickety table. I think we should have sat out front if there were seats. Oh yes, Wacey used the hedge in the garden for a piss, and we speculated that other corners may have been used for sexual acts. The next port of call was the more rough and ready Barley Mow at Upper Heyford which has been awarded three for its excellent selection of bar snacks including pickled eggs, scratchings, sweet machine and Wham! Bars. Splendid Splendid. Our halves of London Pride were served by quite a cute barmaid.

At this point we decided that the best thing to do was to try for Tackley so that if the bus which wasn't a train showed up and refused us travel, we'd be a bit nearer home. On the way we stopped at the Horse and Groom in Caulcott which is a truly excellent pub, quite similar in certain ways to the Royal Oak at Ramsden. A good selection of bar snacks is backed up by a decent selection of beers including Hook Norton Best, Badger, Coach House Summer Sizzler and Cottage Ale whatever that is. The bar is very quaint and green fairy lights outside make it worth a trip. Food also looked high quality too. After this point, it all went completely tits-up. Our trip to Tackley started well, but then we found that we had to cross the river again in the dark at the point where it had all gone wrong before. This time we managed to find the bridge in the dark, but were slowed up by having to cycle uphill in a field full of cows in the dark. The time of the bus came and went, but we wouldn't have got it anyway, as when we arrived at the station we found that the bus actally went from the end of the lane so we might have been hanging around there looking like a couple of fools anyway. Thank you British Rail.

To console ourselves, we popped into our 16th and last pub, the Gardiner Arms at Tackley at 22.59 for some IPA (Abbot also available as is London Pride), which we had already rated, though is actually quite a nice pub in the light. We had covered about 33 miles already, and I ascertained that it was possible to do the remaining 12 with not too much difficulty. It was going OK if a little slow until we reached Jordan Hill on the outskirts of Oxford, at which point Mr Wacey was suddenly struck down by heat exhaustion/sun stroke/hunger (none of these are surprising really given that we had been drinking beer all day in the hot sun without eating), and had to be collected by Miss Jenny Brett in her car. I pressed on the last 4 miles home before collapsing in a heap at 01.00 and feeling like shit the next day. Plans are afoot to do a Thame/Lewknor crawl by Oxford Tube (should be no stranding incidents there), or getting the train to Bicester and planning to cycle back.


Home
Back

Dan Lovegrove
dan@doctor-lovegrove.com

Last updated
1st September 2002.