Fox And Hounds Christmas Common Watlington

So, there I was, trudging through the crisp, Oxfordshire countryside, my nose redder than a ripe cherry, when I stumbled upon this little gem of a pub, the Fox and Hounds. It was like stumbling into a Christmas card, all warm and inviting, with a sign that read 'Merry Christmas, Commoners!' Now, I'm no stranger to a good pub, but this one had a certain je ne sais quoi, a certain something that made me feel like I'd just found my way home.

Let me set the scene for you. We're talking Watlington, a charming little village nestled in the Chilterns, where the air is fresh, the people are friendly, and the pubs are plentiful. But the Fox and Hounds isn't just any old pub. Oh no, it's a proper, traditional, old-school kind of place. The kind of place where the locals know your name, the kind of place where the fire is always roaring, and the kind of place where you can almost taste the history in every sip of your pint.

Christmas at the Fox and Hounds

But enough about the pub itself, let's talk about what brought me there in the first place - Christmas! Now, I've seen a few Christmas do's in my time, but the Fox and Hounds' Christmas Common was something else. It was like stepping into a real-life nativity scene, with carols sung by the local choir, mulled wine flowing like a river, and enough mince pies to feed a small army.

And the decorations! Oh, the decorations were something else. The pub was like a winter wonderland, with fairy lights twinkling like stars, holly and ivy adorning every surface, and a massive Christmas tree standing proud in the corner, its lights reflecting in the gleaming glasses behind the bar. It was like something out of a Dickens novel, I tell you.

Feasting like a King

But the pièce de résistance, the cherry on top of this Christmas cake, was the feast. Oh, the feast! It was a veritable smorgasbord of Christmas delights. We're talking turkey so moist it was practically dancing, roast potatoes crispy enough to crack a tooth, and enough pigs in blankets to make a pig blush. And the pudding! The Christmas pudding was so boozy, I'm surprised it didn't get up and sing a carol itself.

And the best part? The company. The Fox and Hounds was filled with laughter, with old friends catching up, with new friends being made. It was the kind of atmosphere that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, like a glass of brandy after a long, cold walk.

More than just a Pub

But the Fox and Hounds isn't just a pub, it's a community. It's a place where people come together, where memories are made, where stories are told. It's a place where you can feel the spirit of Christmas, not just in the decorations and the food, but in the people, in the atmosphere, in the very air you breathe.

So, if you're ever in Watlington, doing your Christmas shopping, or just looking for a place to escape the hustle and bustle, do yourself a favor and pop into the Fox and Hounds. You never know, you might just find your new favorite pub, your new favorite people, and your new favorite Christmas tradition.

And who knows, you might even find a little bit of Christmas magic, just like I did.