Useful Information

The Hare and Hounds lies in the heart of East Devon between Honiton and Sidmouth.


Honiton is a lively market town famous for its lace and pottery (often regarded as the antiques capital of the south west). Set in the East Devon Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty, on the banks of the River Otter, Honiton is a beautiful country town with a long industrial history.

A visit to Honiton isn’t complete without a trip to the award winning Thelma Hulbert Gallery, featuring local art and national exhibitions.

Honiton is perfect for countryside pursuits, walking and getting back to a slower pace of life.


Sidmouth is a beautiful coastal town with a regency feel which is ideal for visitors of all ages. Sat in the middle of spectacular countryside Sidmouth is home to beautiful beaches and great shopping.

Lying on the Jurassic Coast the coastline is dominated by the vivid red sandstone cliff which dates back to the Triassic period.

Sidmouth Beach is a perfect family friendly beach, ideal for safe swimming and rock pooling at low tide with great on site facilities.

Stay near the Hare & Hounds

» Boveys Down Farm – the only local campsite for tents rather than caravans

» Putts Corner Caravan Club

» Premier Inn, Honiton

» Larkbeare Grange

» The Pig Hotel at Combe

Bring your four-legged friends

Are you looking for:

– somewhere to eat with friends and family but don’t want to leave your dog at home?
– somewhere to relax with great food & drink after a day out with your four-legged friend?

Bring your dog with you to The Hare and Hounds

Dogs are allowed in the Tap Room, Lounge Bar and pub garden and must be kept on leads.

Please mention that you have a dog when booking a table.

Opening Hours

Monday - Saturday: 11:30am - 10:30pm | Sunday: 11:30am - 10:00pm

Monday - Saturday: 12:00pm - 9:00pm | Sunday: 12:00pm - 8:30pm

Monday - Saturday: 12:00 pm - 2:30pm & 5:30pm - 9:00pm | Sunday: 12:00pm - 8:30pm



01404 41760

Hare and Hounds
Putts Corner,
Devon EX10 0QQ
United Kingdom


Email for bookings:

Please wait for a confirmation email of your booking. Without a confirmation, your table will not be booked. We will be checking the emails at least once a day.

If you are trying to book a table for within 48 hours or a Sunday, you will need to telephone 01404 41760 rather than email to ensure a timely response.

Please let us know:
- the date
- number of people
- any special requirements
- whether you will be bringing a dog 
- a telephone number so if there are any queries, we can contact you easily.

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One foggy night, during a full moon, werewolves howled to call the witches for their special hour. This meeting was held at midnight, the witching hour. For miles around, up in the open, cloudless sky there were swarms of witches flooding towards the extraordinary, mystical stone that stood in the middle of heathland at a cross roads in East Devon. Tuna, Sweetcorn and Peanut Butter were the three head witches at the meeting. They carried staves each with lights on the end and when these lights touched together the other wacky witches cackled while they brewed the most evil potions and spells on earth.

Once they had finished brewing and chanting, Peanut Butter, Tuna and Sweetcorn poured the evil smelling potion into a hole in the top of the stone. With a loud explosion it instantly broke open and formed a thirty metre tall witch. She was the most powerful witch of all time and immediately ordered the others to kill all those people who stayed out after midnight.The witches cheered, danced and celebrated. Meanwhile, little did they know that nearby a young man was hiding behind a tree.

During the day he had been wandering across the common when it began to rain and he had decided to shelter under the branches of a huge oak tree. He was so tired that eventually he dropped off to sleep. The noise of the exploding stone stirred him from his slumbers. Unfortunately he gave his hiding place away by sneezing loudly. The witches questioned him as to what he had seen. The boy said nothing so they turned him into a witch and he was used as a slave for the head witch.

It was three o’clock and the witches took to the sky and returned to their castle. The powerful witch stayed behind and beheaded the young man and turned him into a smaller stone which was placed beside the “Witches stone.” The enormous witches stone then rolled down the hill to the River Sid where it washed itself clean of all the blood and poison and then made its way back up the hill to its resting place before dawn broke.

If you ever visit Gittisham common at 3 o’clock in the morning perhaps you will see the stone move.

Retold by Year 5 and Year 6 at Farway Primary School.