The Rifleman’s Arms in Chilkwell Street, Glastonbury, is a proper pub. It’s the pub I measure all other pubs against, if there’s a Platonic Ideal of Pubs then the Rifle’s, as it is affectionately known, is it. I first drank in there when I came to the town for the 8.8.88 Free Festival on the Tor, and when I moved to Glastonbury in 1993 it became my ‘local’. The pub has buckets of atmosphere with its dimly lit, low ceilinged 16th Century front bar, stone mullioned window frames, old wooden tables and roaring log fires in Winter.
The Sheppey Inn is a far funkier pub than you might expect to find on the Somerset Levels I wish the Sheppey Inn was in Glastonbury. It’s one of the best pubs ever. It looks like a slightly twisted junk shop run by an acid head. Actually, I’m pleased it isn’t in Glastonbury, because its only … Read more