Country pub of the week: The Rising Sun, Oxfordshire

The Rising Sun appears from nowhere for the weary traveller, says David Ellis
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Sometimes pubs are looked for, other times they come as mirages. The Rising Sun appears from nowhere for the weary traveller, with arms open for those collapsing at the top of Witheridge Hill. It is in a part of England so pretty it might make you weep, a world of winding lanes, lattice windows and church bells on the breeze.

One of the many old Brakspear pubs in the area, close by The Crooked Billet, its draw is its beer garden, with views over the fern tops and room for dog shows. Inside it is small and well-formed, with a menu of simple pub classics (ham, egg and chips; fish pie; scampi) and bar staff of local boys who unfailingly call everyone Sir or Madam.

There’s live music every month, quizzes, darts nights, all sorts. Things to welcome people with — not just walkers who sink into their seats gratefully after getting lost in those country lanes.