My Quiz question for Castle Donington was, of course, Nikita Khrushchev, who opened the power station at short notice when “H” from Steps became unavailable.
Just over the border in Derbyshire is the large canalside village of Sawley, where no doubt Nikita stopped for a cob and pint of Pedigree back in 1956, though those records have yet to be released to the public.
Sawley village still has a rather improbable nine pubs left, all of them with real ale. In light of recent blog debate, I can confirm that none of them have more than a handful of (standard) beers on, though plenty for fans of Marstons and Greene King here.
But that’s why I like Sawley. Folk choose their pub for proper reasons like cheery company, darts and proximity to a chippy, rather than what slightly different pale ale is on this week. Even the foody places are properly pubby here.
The Railway has choice. There were four types of cob.
This was my fourth GBG pub visit to Sawley, and a relatively rare chance to visit a dedicated Pedigree house. The styling isn’t as impressive as Bass, but the windows still work for me, offering that tantalising view into a four-roomer built around a central bar.
No doubt Simon will have a pint of Hobgoblin when he gets here in 2019; he’s like that. I do wonder why pubs that exist on Pedi or Bass and lager bother with other beers. Certainly none of the half-dozen old boys round the bar were being conned by interlopers.
There’s some disquiet at Marstons latest rebranding of its core range of beers. Of interest only to purists, those black pumpclips aren’t the same as you’ll find in Burton or Stoke, and they’re not a patch on these;
Anyway, a Pedi and cheese (not grated) & onion cob and packet of Salty Dog later, and all was well with the world in retiredmartin land. Actually, the cob was slightly better than the Pedi (NBSS 3), but that was still better than the stuff Richard Coldwell doesn’t get on with oop north.
As usual in a proper pub, the resident dog became a bit tormented by my cob, and even more tormented when the music went from Stereophonics to Coldplay, which was clearly my cue to leave.