The pubs were open just down the road from our tick-less stop, though there turned out to be no beer in Lavenham. Mrs RM asked me if I wanted to go in the Greyhound, and I said no, before remembering 20 minutes later it meant she needed the ladies. They don’t teach you mind-reading at Cottenham Village College.
This was our first trip to Suffolk’s second major honeypot village (after Eye) for many years. I think my parents lost interest when the price of a coffee in the higgledy-piggledy café went above a quid.
On a sunny day it did look spectacularly attractive, particularly around a church entirely out of proportion to the village. I think those bushes are a maze.
We followed a group of Japanese tourists in there, noting their admiration for the hand-embroidered 16th century pew cushions.
If anything, Lavenham looked smarter than I remember it. It was also quieter than Clun, with no-one about, and few folk under 50 (except Mrs RM). Perhaps they were all in one of the Spa Hotels that seem to dominate every corner.
In fact the only noise came from the inevitable tradesmen, tidying up the pargeting and removing graffiti celebrating Ipswich Town’s 1978 FA Cup win. I didn’t see much sign of a basic pub for the tradesmen to pile into at 4pm.
The Angel used to be the Beer Guide regular, back when Nethergate IPA was almost an exotic import round here. It doesn’t look very pubby now, but then it’s apparently run by a guy who thinks £5 a pint is reasonable.
There’s not a lot to do in town but gawp, and plan your next coffee stop, which is what Mrs RM had been doing for half an hour by now. “Ooo look, it’s Cask Marque” she said (sarcastically, I hope), “you can try the beer in the Greyhound“.
Problems with cooling in the cellar apparently, and the charming staff weren’t going to serve me warm beer. Very sensible of them.
I was offered GK IPA in a bottle. So coffee it was, despite the artisan gins and whatever Luscombe Drinks are. If there was a scoring system for coffee I’d give it 3.5. Nice cup.
Tom/Dave/Dick – There’s (at least) three errors in this post, one of taste.
There’s a good pub 2 miles down the road, but of course we didn’t go there.