Having goaded Alan Winfield the other day, I’m on safer ground with this trip to rural Notts, about 10 miles north of Alan’s turf.
And about five miles north of the scariest place on earth,
the divorce capital of the world. Owing to an amendment to our marriage contract, Mrs RM must always make trips to Ikea on her own.
I’d been to a number of proper locals around Kimberley and Eastwood over the years, mainly before Greene King closed Kimberley, and the former mining villages like Brinsley have great well signposted walking a short distance from the A610.
My touching moment of the day came when a young man picked some of that cherry blossom for his girlfriend. Never underestimate the romanticism of youth in the hometown of D.H. Lawrence, though I suspect it was an illegal act.
No-one else was out walking; they were all scoffing giant Sunday lunches in the pub.
The Lion looks your traditional village local from the outside;
but the inside is all “posh modernised village dining pub”, with only a few high posing tables for drinkers in an area full of uncleared plates (at least they were plates).
All totally unremarkable, and four pumps in a pub of lager drinkers didn’t inspire confidence.
My head was clearly in a spin as I took this art shot;
But to show, again, that the Good Beer Guide is rarely wrong, that Blue Monkey Infinity was spot-on. Cool, clear and with a perfect head (NBSS 3.5), and only £3 a pint. My best Blue Monkey for ages, on draught at least.
Though not for the first time this year, shame about the glass.
On the downside, I was trapped amongst a warren of West Notts Manchester United fans, though at least I had some great Forest memorabilia from the last century to capture for Alan.
And of course, that tell-tale sign of a posh pub, the Baylis & Harding Midnight Fig & Pomegranate Hand Wash.
No, I didn’t nick it for Mrs RM.