A variety of local cheeses offered after dinner at the Nobody Inn in Doddiscombsleigh, Devon, England. From the early 1600s, the inn was known as "The New Inn." In 1837, the inn's name was changed to the Nobody Inn after the sudden death of the innkeeper, a Mr. Lewis. Legend has it that his body was left in the mortuary, while his burial service was unknowingly conducted around an empty coffin. Since then the Inn has had four owners, the current ones since 1970. Last month David and I spent two nights at the Nobody Inn. It's famed for its food and this was our second visit.
At the moment, am too busy playing hostess to write much. Will be back Friday with another post after visiting the brocante at Chatou with Di, Rel and Diane. Au revoir, mes amis!
Gracious me Tara - can't believe you were at the quaint Nobody Inn!! Wow, I have spent a lot of good times there - eating and drinking in such a delightful little pub. That Beenleigh Blue is one great Devonshire cheese - but then all British cheeses are super and it won't be long before I'm there eating them myself!
Posted by: Mary | 30 September 2007 at 05:35
I'm jealous that you have been to France and I have not. Aside from that good for you, and the food looks amazing.
Rick Marnon, Brighton
http://www.teammarnon.com/brighton.html
Posted by: Rick Marnon, Brighton | 29 September 2007 at 04:58
Mmmmmmm! Yummy!
:)
Posted by: Amber | 28 September 2007 at 21:51
An incredibly heart-centered site - ispiration through beautiful objects and attention to small moments/vignettes while encouraging a broad and active response to life. I'm so happy I read the paper this morning and saw the reference to your pages. Hope I can get back to Paris some day. I'm sure I'll get back for more glimpses at your treasures. Thank-you.
Posted by: Trisha | 28 September 2007 at 19:56
Yummy looking fromage, and fun story. At first I thought, could it be? That Nobody was a one time a last name in England. Hah. Well you guys are about to have the times of you life. Hope you are feeling all better.
Posted by: rochambeau | 28 September 2007 at 13:39
Interesting history, and I love history. Great post. I don't mind the quick ones(posts), we understand you are a busy hostess!
xo
Blue
Posted by: Gillian @ Indigo Blue | 28 September 2007 at 03:21
What a funny name - but so fitting, it seems, considering the legend you just shared with us. I can't resist a nibble of cheese - thank you! (I recently heard something on the radio, that cheese contains enzymes that act as an opiate on certain receptors in our brain, creating addictive cravings for it - I'm not sure how accurate that is, but at least I have an excuse now for craving it, lol)
Hope you're feeling better now - enjoy the brocante! xox
Posted by: tinker | 27 September 2007 at 23:57
Will be waiting here...patiently, nibbling on cheese.
Posted by: stephanie | 27 September 2007 at 22:47
love the cheeses....goat ummmmm...have a great time with the visitors...thanks for the dance...blessings, rebecca
Posted by: Cre8Tiva | 27 September 2007 at 21:12
This looks like you had a cheesy good time! :-)
(Oh dear, all those goodies right under my *sniffsniff* nose, and our stores closed nine minutes ago. Thank heaven. Well, I am a bit torn, to speak the truth.)
Posted by: Merisi's Vienna | 27 September 2007 at 19:09
Those do look good Tara. Have a blast being the hostess with the... you know what.
Posted by: Brian | 27 September 2007 at 18:26