The Sheppey Inn – good pub, nearly in Glastonbury.

The Sheppey Inn is a far funkier pub than you might expect to find on the Somerset Levels

Sheppey Inn

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 about 4 miles out of Glastonbury, on nice flat single track roads, with very little traffic, which means I have no excuse not to cycle there, which gets me:

  1. Out of Town
  2. Some exercise
  3. Some lovely views of the Levels
  4. Cider

Also, if it was in Glastonbury I might have got bored of it by now.

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You know you are there when you see the pub sign – an olde worlde scene of a fisherman with a UFO hovering in the sky. Once there you have to find the door, which curiously they’ve made as grey and drab as possible and hung gallon plastic containers of water off as a closing mechanism.

They make their own flavoured spirits – I was tempted by the Bacon Vodka but not quite brave enough. I’m not sure if they do Tofu Vodka. I somehow doubt it though, as it is not really possible to flavour something with something flavourless.

Obviously, this being Somerset they sell lots of local ciders, which you serve yourself. They also serve good, although I wouldn’t say exceptional, food and are very popular for Sunday lunch.

Just go to the pub – don’t bother looking at their website because its surprisingly a bit shit and might put you off bothering. It features this quote from the Guardian:

“The Sheppey Inn in Godney is a one-off  a quirky inn kitted out with retro furniture and Hockney prints which serves up real ale, local cider and live music, from folk to jazz funk, in the middle of nowhere.”

Which I suppose is what I’d expect the Guardian to say. What’s with the ˜middle of nowhere” though? Could the reviewer not spell ˜Somerset Levels” or ˜Countryside”? Does a fairly large village a few miles from some towns really count as the depths of the Wilderness? I think I’ve been living here for long enough to suggest that the writer was a Poncy London Tosser.

For more things you might like on the Somerset Levels please take a look at another of my posts ‘The Avalon Marshes – Flat and Wet like Proper Scrumpy Cider‘. For another pub review please see  this one on the Rifleman’s Arms. If you’d like me to blog about your pub or cafe in or close to Glastonbury please Contact Me.

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