We’d left Mrs RM scrambling through Woolwich tunnel. She’s now restored to full fitness, heels healed,
I’m sure Erlanger Nick will approve of the use of the stairs, though few sane people would have used that lift.
And so we entered the magical land of South-east London, and Woolwich proper.
I’m a sucker for the views from the Woolwich Waterfront Leisure Centre. You can even see That London in the distance if you blow the picture up.
But Mrs RM needed “facilities” and we pressed on into magical Hare St. Of which more later.
Mrs RM worked as a Speech Therapist in Tower Hamlets for a bit, so is used to the “cultural melting pot” that is outer London. I’d primed her to expect a radically different Woolwich from her last visit, though reassuringly the High Vis jackets were still there.
And the Elephant & Castle (not that one) doesn’t change much either.
This looks a great pub, what with cask Courage and all, but the opening hours per What Pub have always put me off;
Opening Times 8-9 Mon-Thu; 8-10 Fri & Sat; 8-9 Sun
Nine hours a week; that might just pip The Well.
Anyway, I’d promised Mrs RM Craft. So craft she got, in the new GBG entry inside the Royal Arsenal.
Woolwich seems to alternate its lone Guide entry, so we’ve already said hello and waved goodbye to Antic’s Equitable and the Dial Arch in recent years.
If that cannon is there to protect SE18 from the Craft invasion then it’s failed miserably.
Mrs RM’s eyes lit up as she surveyed a modern beer bar with exposed light bulbs, stools around beer barrels and a sourdough pizza menu. Pub Curmudgeon may have had a different reaction.
The Tap Room was all very Hackney Wick, without the depressed West Ham fans anyway. Notably, I was immediately handed the contactless pad when I came to pay.
The beer range, mainly their own Hop Stuff, looked ambitious.
But their Azacca (NBSS 3.5), and a lemony keg one from Wylam for Evil Keg Monster were excellent, the pizza cheap and hot, and the staff cheery.
Ten points if you can tell where that shirt cropped up before.
“Y’all right buddy” We were.
Technically you need to walk off sourdough pizza, so we explored Royal Arsenal.
It’s rather gorgeous down by the river, more than a match for Greenwich.
SE10 may have the old boats, but SE18 has the Iron Men.
All it lacks is a pop-up ice cream and brownie stand along the promenade. We popped back to the centre for pudding.
The market is wonderful, with the most vibrant Caribbean atmosphere outside of Montego Bay.
And we were treated to some impromptu (and very angry) gospel outside the station entrance, another Woolwich speciality.
There was one more Woolwich Wonder to explore before the dangerous ferry back.