The Village of Box

We had visited the village of Box on a previous trip, and the hospitality of Mr. Hill the butcher and two lovely proprietors at the Birdhouse restaurant convinced us to return. The A365, a thoroughfare to Bath, cuts through the village but cannot destroy its small village appeal. We returned to do a morning walk through the countryside around Box and then to have lunch at the Birdhouse. The walk was wonderful, broken by a beer and crisps at the Quarryman’s Arms, but after the break we took a wrong turn, it began to rain, and we had to backtrack and then abandon our route. Worse than the rain, was the fact that the Birdhouse was closed for a bereavement. We returned to the Quarryman’s Arms (noted for the quality of its food) to try their grilled pigeon breast salad. I was disappointed again, they were out. We had to settle for a fresh baked shortcrust tartlet, a Stilton and asparagus pancake, and a goat cheese salad (actually all very good). Not to be deterred, we returned another day for lunch at the Birdhouse and were surprised that the ladies remembered us from our previous visit. We enjoyed the quiche (they assured me that it was a “real man’s” quiche) and the Indian spiced cold chicken breast salad was excellent. Their savoury, non-sweet flapjack (traditionally a sweet, syrupy oatmeal bar) was quite wonderful and we purchased some to take away.
A Sense of Place:  Travel, Photography, and Photo-art
by David E. Moon
© David E. Moon, 2014  All rights reserved
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The Village of Box

We had visited the village of Box on a previous trip, and the hospitality of Mr. Hill the butcher and two lovely proprietors at the Birdhouse restaurant convinced us to return. The A365, a thoroughfare to Bath, cuts through the village but cannot destroy its small village appeal. We returned to do a morning walk through the countryside around Box and then to have lunch at the Birdhouse. The walk was wonderful, broken by a beer and crisps at the Quarryman’s Arms, but after the break we took a wrong turn, it began to rain, and we had to backtrack and then abandon our route. Worse than the rain, was the fact that the Birdhouse was closed for a bereavement. We returned to the Quarryman’s Arms (noted for the quality of its food) to try their grilled pigeon breast salad. I was disappointed again, they were out. We had to settle for a fresh baked shortcrust tartlet, a Stilton and asparagus pancake, and a goat cheese salad (actually all very good). Not to be deterred, we returned another day for lunch at the Birdhouse and were surprised that the ladies remembered us from our previous visit. We enjoyed the quiche (they assured me that it was a “real man’s” quiche) and the Indian spiced cold chicken breast salad was excellent. Their savoury, non-sweet flapjack (traditionally a sweet, syrupy oatmeal bar) was quite wonderful and we purchased some to take away.
A Sense of Place:  Travel, Photography, and Photo-art
© David E. Moon, 2014  All rights reserved
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