On a whim we stopped at Chaddesley Corbett, one of those villages that tries to deny an acquaintance with Bromsgrove and almost gets away with it.
The village has had its three varying pubs in the Beer Guide over the years, and they make great stop-offs on the way back from 1-0 defeats at Kidderminster Harriers.
The Talbot is the quintessential Ye Olde England black and white inn, but the Swan has the Bathams.
This was Mrs RMs introduction to the amber nectar, and as you’ll know it’s not a beer to be drunk in halves, particularly at £2.65 a pint (“too cheap !, too cheap !”)
Perched on the free table in the public to the right, we got a lot of stares.
Was this because;
a) Ladies don’t drink pints in Worcestershire
b) Ladies don’t drink Bathams while the man drinks coke
c) We were stealing the table reserved for a deceased regular
d) I was taking photos of a beer glass. ?
I shall never know. Anyway, the Bitter converted Mrs RM, the place was packed on a Tuesday lunchtime, and big cobs were £2.
Six old well dressed chaps sunk a dozen pints and discussed cabriolets, lunch, bowling greens and the respective qualities of the two barmaids (not pictured).
This may be Batham’s poshest house, but it’s also as good as it gets. Even if you don’t think that brown tiling is the height of man’s achievements.