Regular readers will recall our last trip down here at Christmas. The great ” Recovery of Mrs RM’s Handbag episode“. Back then, I wouldn’t have guessed I’d be passing the Wix Waggon again so soon, so remote is this little bit of Tendring.
A closer look at the OS reveals a panoply of great names round here. Bull’s Ooze, Cabbage Row, Old Moze Dock, Bramble Island. So much going on here.
We’d called up earlier to check the Maybush was going to be open. In 2017, you should never ever assume a pub is open. “We’re always open !” said the cheeriest voice in Essexdom.
Note the big sign outside the pub proclaiming that very fact.
And an expensive red car (what is it ?). Great Oakley isn’t as posh as the villages clustered on the Hertfordshire border, but is unassumingly lovely.
Not many people veer off the A120 to walk the estuary round here, so the Maybush has to survive on the local pound, and it was pleasing to see a fair few Old Boys in the public at 3pm.
“Help Yerself” said one as I waited a few seconds for the lady to appear. I really could have done; they’d just finished a beer festival and all the beers were on stillage.
Quite a bit of the Great Heck Voodoo Mild (which I’ll dedicate to Chicago Dick) went over the floor.
You’ll know my thoughts on beer festivals, but this was a pleasingly rich and dark mild, an easy NBSS 3.5 for my £3.
“Because the Night” and “Uptown Girl” for my delectation, possibly from Radio Hi-de-Hi. But mainly I got conversation, which is what I look for in a pub,
Being community owned, it functions as a pub, with pool tables, TV, laughing, and all those other activities that beer bores hate about real pubs.
The nice lady gave me a sheet of paper telling me all about the village purchase of the pub. The details are on the website (here). They’re trying to buy another property for a café and social housing. Well done them.
The case for community owned pubs (and there’s one in my next village) well made. But of course,
“Use it or lose it”.