Our Time at the Black Swan Inn
By the time we reached The Black Swan we’d failed to find lunch in three different places and were becoming increasingly convinced we’d made a terrible Sunday mistake.
Then we found a little corner table in the Orangery. Meg curled up beside us, we sat down, and I think all three of us exhaled at once.
It was properly busy but nobody seemed in a hurry. The Sunday lunches passing our table looked excellent; we chose burgers instead and they were very good.
Then came the sticky-toffee-banoffee — essentially sticky toffee pudding meets banoffee, presumably because somebody in the kitchen couldn’t decide which one to make.
Excellent decision.
Heather & Sand verdict: Good food, excellent service, dog beside the table and somewhere warm to hide from a wet Northumberland Sunday. We’d definitely go back.
Read the full story from our visit: The Sunday That Refused to Go to Plan
