Andrew Kay drives out to The Green Man at Partridge Green
I do like the odd drive out into the country at the weekend, a run with the dog, maybe a farm shop or even a stately home, but above all there has to be somewhere for lunch. On the whole that will mean a little advance planning, a skip through the pages of one of the pub guides that litter the floor of the Noddy car, or a surf on the web.

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Last weekend I persuaded my mates M&J to join me for a jaunt into the country and after a little deliberation we settled on The Green Man at Partridge Green. It was a fairly easy journey, but not one of the prettiest routes around and I have to say Partridge Green is a bit drab when the sun isn’t shining, and it wasn’t.
The pub itself is a handsome red brick Edwardian job, solid and dependable. Read the rest of this article »