Other diners were enjoying the triple-cooked chips (sigh), the salt marsh lamb and cockle pie, the steak and ale; but we had the special treat of a tasting menu of most of the day's dishes, all of them from local producers and all home-made. Super-smooth rich mushroom parfait, delicately-flavored potted ham, smoked trout caught just a half-mile away, black pudding sausage rolls, flaky and delicious - just some of what was brought to our table, beautifully presented and expertly cooked. Then pudding: a chocolate indulgence made from 70% Valrhona, a strawberry cup, gooseberry icecream - and then the famous Wet Nellie. Want to know what it is? You'll have to go there and discover it for yourself. Two hints to encourage you: it's not wet, and it tastes of Christmas.
the Ashton, with chickens scratching in the strangely immaculate borders, books everywhere and home-made cake under a glass dome. What a shame we couldn't possibly eat another thing.