Pubs In Frampton On Severn

Right, let’s talk about Frampton on Severn. This isn’t just any Gloucestershire village; it’s the one that has more pubs per resident than some people have brain cells on a Monday morning. You can’t swing a particularly plump badger here without smacking the sign of a historic boozer.

The Pub Crawl That Ends Before It Starts

Imagine a village where the average commute between pints is a stagger of about 200 yards. That’s Frampton. You have the Bell Inn, which is so old it probably served ale to the Romans when they were building the local roads. Then, just across the village green—the largest in England, don’t you know—you’ll find the Tudor Arms, which looks like it was built by a very drunk, very talented carpenter in 1507.

Surprising fact: That green isn’t just for cricket. Locals claim it’s technically an ancient common where you can still legally graze your goose. I’ve never seen a goose in the pub, but the rule stands.

The Battle of the Bar Snacks

At the Tudor Arms, the food is so good you’ll want to hug the chef, but please don’t—he’s holding a sharp knife. They serve a “Frampton Burger” that’s allegedly big enough to require its own postal code. Meanwhile, over at the Bell Inn, they specialise in pork pies that are basically meat-filled bricks of joy, perfect for shoving in your coat pocket for a “pretend walk” home.

One local told me the rivalry between these two pubs is so fierce that they once had a tug-of-war over a cheese wheel. The cheese lost, obviously. It was Double Gloucester, and it’s now in a local museum.

Bell Inn, The Green, Frampton on Severn GL2 7EP - Gloucestershire Pubs

The New Kid on the Block (Sort Of)

Don’t ignore the Old Forge if you can find it—it’s tucked behind a hedge that’s been growing since the Magna Carta. This place is tiny; I’m convinced the landlord has to step outside to change his mind. They serve a cider so strong it comes with a warning label and a side of regret.

Playful exaggeration: The barman once told a tourist, “Our scrumpy will make your hair curl and your dog howl at the moon backwards.” The tourist drank three, and his dog won the local dog show by pure luck.

The Bell Inn, Frampton on Severn (updated prices 2026)

Why Not All Pubs Are Created Equal

Here’s the kicker: Frampton’s pubs are so village-y that they close for lunch because the landlord “fancies a nap.” Or the door is unlocked, but nobody’s inside, so you just pour your own drink and leave the money on the bar. It’s the only place in England where the honest system works because nobody wants to be the one who steals from a man named Colin who knows your grandmother.

One Friday, I walked into the Bell Inn and found a sheep asleep by the fireplace. The landlady shrugged and said, “That’s Brian. He pays his tab in wool.” Brian is now a local celebrity.

The Verdict

So, if you visit Frampton on Severn, prepare for a pub crawl that feels like a time-traveling comedy show. You’ll get soggy floors, friendly ghosts, and a bartender who’ll call you “my lover” while judging your choice of ale. And if you see a goose on the green? Buy it a pint. It probably lives in the pub anyway.