Babbacombe Downs:

We’d had a loss of bus mojo, so sat for a while on the downs to recover from the resultant walk, then fancied a pint. The Buccaneer was nearest: I didn’t fancy it much as it seemed a bit family feedbag (a sign on the door warned against “foul language and boisterousness”, declaring it a family pub.

In the event it was OK. Redeemed for a start by the presence of Proper Job, and inside was thoughtfully divided into family and adult areas, with children banned from some. As it was, we sat outside in the sun.