The Rising Sun
Tell us, we said, where we can eat tonight (the kitchen of The Coach House in Potton being shut on Sunday evening). And the boy suggested The Rising Sun. No, he assured us, it was not a Chinese restaurant, but a pub.
And so it was. An old pub, incongruously sited among houses but clearly with a past as the pub at a crossroads between villages. The front faces east - hence the deceiving name.
This is the interior around 8pm when the throng round the bar had dissipated. The doors are still open; the sun is still hot. The food was fine and the ale splendid: Mr PB was invited to taste before he purchased, after the manner of one selecting cheese.
Truly we are abroad ...