No two days are the same at The Golden Fleece. Our seaside pub is perfectly placed for both locals and tourists, with a welcoming and vibrant atmosphere.
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For those extra special occasions, you’ll feel whisked away to our newly refurbished dinning upstairs, where you can have your own private space to laugh, drink and dine with all your guests. You’ll be taken care of in true VIP style leaving you to enjoy your festivities to the fullest.
Almost any occasion is possible here at The Golden Fleece with our fabulous Celebration menu, a three-course menu with extra trimmings and a complementary glass of fizz on arrival.
🎄 Feeling adventurous this Christmas?
Why not treat yourself to something truly unique – our Festive Turkey schnitzel burger, pulled turkey, stuffing, pig in blanket, festive slaw, gravy, skin-on chips!
And for the perfect sweet finish? Indulge in our Baileys Chocolate Brownie Sundae – delicious, rich, and full of festive cheer. 🍫
Join us for a festive experience in the warm, welcoming atmosphere you love. Book your table today!
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✨ Sunday at The Golden Fleece ✨
Where the harbour yawns beneath a winter sky,
And boats rest easy as the tide drifts by,
There’s a doorway glowing, a warm retreat—
The Golden Fleece, where Sunday feels complete.
A loyal dog sits patiently near,
Soft brown eyes full of comfort and cheer,
Waiting for laughter, for plates to clink,
For families gathered, for good food and drink.
Then comes the roast—
A Yorkshire crown rising proud and tall,
Roasted roots caramel-gold,
Tender meat beneath rich, glossy gravy
That warms you straight through to the soul.
Steam curls like a quiet hymn,
Cutlery pauses before diving in,
And for a moment the world outside
Feels calm as the Wells-next-the-Sea tide.
Here, Sundays are savoured, never rushed—
Stories shared, wine poured,
Happy silence between each bite.
A place where the heart settles in,
And everything simply feels right.
So here’s to The Golden Fleece,
To full tables and fuller hearts,
To roasts that bring us home again—
A Sunday tradition, and a little work of art.