What people say.

The price on the website was the price, breakfast was in it, and the bath looks at the mountain. Downstairs is a proper pub with the village in it, not a hotel bar with residents in it. We walked Table Mountain from the door and dried everything on the rack.

Checked the roast page on Wednesday, saw the one o'clock had four left, rang, got it. Beef pink, Yorkshires like hats, gravy in a jug you can hold. Grandad has been coming since Huw's father had it and says the roast is better now, which he would not say lightly.

Eighty in the barn at long tables, the lamb Gwen does, our own band, the pub still open to the village so Tom's uncle could talk to the locals about rugby, and the six rooms for the family. £2,200 for the barn and the rooms. We looked at venues four times the price with half the soul.

Dog room on the ground floor with a door to the garden, a bed and a towel waiting, the dog allowed by the fire in the bar, and a hose for the mud. The walk sheets are honest about the boggy bits. Four casks, all Welsh, all good.

Dinner was excellent and the band in the barn had the whole room up. Four stars because the barn is cold by the doors in December when a hundred people keep opening them; take a jumper and sit near the heaters. We will be back and we told Huw about the doors.

Our local. The quiz is a pound to the mountain rescue, the fire is lit when it should be, the beer list on the website is actually what is on the bar, and the Hayloft took my sister's family of four and their spaniel for a wedding weekend without a fuss.