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Chapter 15
The choice of The Swan in Coombe Hill reflected a fair-mindedness on the part of Sir Samuel Blackwell that I was later to appreciate to the full. This roadside inn, under the painted sign of a white swan with outspread wings, located four miles equidistant between Tewkesbury and Cheltenham, was within easy reach for us both. The SwanSir Clive had relayed me the time and venue and so began his role of intermediary. To arrive at the Swan, for purposes of anonymity, I opted for a nondescript hire car. My boss, knowing my preferences also added, “It’s a CAMRA place, you know, and they voted it Pub of the Season last year. Just your cup of tea, dear boy, or should I say…” I’ll leave his quip unfinished, just as it deserves! But the ale was worthy of its awards and Sir Samuel had chosen time an
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