The Crooked Billet

Last Sunday, we celebrated Ken's birthday with a family lunch at the Crooked Billet in Stoke Row. It's a wonderful tiny pub and restaurant that was historically one of the hideouts of Dick Turpin, the infamous highwayman. I first visited last year when I tried the saddle of hare. This time I was brave enough to try the rabbit and pheasant casserole... my family can tell you that a few years back this wouldn't be on the menu for me! But curiousity won out, and I can tell you that it tastes a lot like chicken but with different bones.



Dave had some local Old Spotted roast pork. We had a great afternoon, finished off by walking though the splendid autumny woods and visiting the Maharajah's Well.