retiredmartins’s first rule of blogging is
“There is no post, however slight, that cannot be redeemed by a photo of a cat“.
So here (s)he is, perched on a wall near the Red Lion in Bicker in the heart of nowhere, Lincs.
In my former life as
scum NHS management, I actually stayed in a cheap B&B down the road in Swineshead before meeting local GPs. This is not a fun place, I can tell you.
Anyway, cat apart, this is the highlight of Bicker. A little stream between two lanes leading to the church and a village store that was closed. (Of course. It was Saturday)
The lone pub won’t be joining the “Dick & Dave Must See List” anytime soon.
This is the bar area;
Once you’ve seen that, there’s not a lot else to say, is there ?
Yes, just a few sofas for drinkers tucked between smart restaurant areas, with this view of a bar that no-one else visited while I was there at 3pm on Saturday afternoon (it is, at least, open all day).
My Mum would have liked it, Mrs RM would have had the Prosecco, I was stuck with Directors, GK IPA or a Batemans seasonal that was very hard going. It had that overpowering floral taste of Young’s Kew beer, and had clearly hardly been pulled through all day (NBSS 2). No-one trying that beer as their first real ale would try it again; it’d be Bitburg or Peroni next time.
There was no-one attending the bar anyway, so clearly not much point changing it in the hope the Directors was marginally better.
This would have been my last Lincolnshire tick, but that late opening at Horncastle meant we had to come back for Fulbeck, which you may remember is a very similar gastro-beast.
I’m sure the villagers of Bicker were delighted to lose a village pub and gain such an attractive and clearly successful restaurant.
So ,any chance of a micropub in Bicker or Fulbeck ?