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The Bull, Streatley

Two pubs in the space of a week! My social calender is a veritable whirlwind. I met my ex-colleagues for lunch today at The Bull in Streatley, which was very pleasant, the sort of place that feels cosy just to look at, although the fire burning in the inglenook did help with the whole ‘country pub’ atmosphere. But the best part was the drive out of Reading, and the beautiful views of the beech and sycamore trees growing on the hills of the North Downs, full of autumn colours. (Note to self: camera. That thing you moan about not using enough? That thing you could have taken with you to capture pictures of said beautiful views to share with the reader(s)? Need I say more?)