Chris' review of The Gurnard's Head

My wife and I attended a party with friends nearby. After a night of revelry, a few stout partygoers met at 10AM to walk to this pub, across the moor and through fields of rich pasture with huge resplendent bulls, fenced in by low stone walls in their miniature fields, the Atlantic shimmering into the distance with a lone white sailboat catching the morning sun. Quite a way to clear a dreadful hangover.

The pub itself is on a headland of quite immaculate beauty. As we stood in the garden a helicopter circled before dropping down gently into the field next to the pub, where a family with young children dis-embarked to visit the pub for their lunch. It put the Ferraris' in the car-park quite to shame.

Food was homely and exceptionally well cooked, Roast beef with Yorkshire pudding, young broccoli and home-made horse-radish, followed by blackberry and apple crumble with custard.

The atmosphere of convivial, relaxed service that ran without hitch is a winner. The helicopter was still there when we left, the braided pilot waiting patiently for his party to return. This is really quite a special place.