The Gurnard’s Head could make a claim for being the best country pub in the land, certainly west of Bristol.
Perched on a clifftop, the roaring Atlantic is nearby; lush farms and winding lanes surround it. A coastal walk pre-lunch works well. Or go for dinner — so long as a room is booked or someone is driving. Outside and the pub is cast in striking yellow; within, everywhere is charming wood and rickety things, the odd fisherman or local artist perched drinking ale as tourists sit in the art-filled dining room next door.
