Even a Blur style robot for this one, a final post from the great city of Nottingham.
OK, I may be getting my Blur mixed up with the miserablists from Oxford now.
Being unable to locate the Olde Trip, we popped in to the Crafty Crow, a personal favourite, on the way to catch the 7.35pm back to Newark.
It’s not clear why I like the Crow so much, possibly it’s because the beardster called me “Brother” in there last year, which even my sister doesn’t do these days.
Mainly, I think, it’s because it has fabulously strong beers.
“What’s your strongest beer, Brother ?” I asked.
Looking slightly alarmed, the barman pointed at the keg tap for Vibrant Forest’s 11.5% coffee stout.
The lady at the bar (a deadringer for Mrs RM) murmured acknowledgement of my
recklessness wise choice but declared it a beer for sharing. Three quarters for Mrs RM, a fifth for me. It was sensational but tough going.
Not a pub for Old Mudgie, though he has gone quite crafty of late, and a soundtrack of “Rosanna” and “More Than Words” would have ticked some of his boxes.
Back at Nottingham station for the 7.35 departure, a single coach was clearly insufficient for the Lincoln-bound hordes with their Primark bags, and we gracefully agreed to wait another hour for the next one. Other folk were less accommodating with the guard.
So we got our trip to the Canalhouse (top), whose “facilities” we had unashamedly used on a previous visit.
You may be able to detect a slight deterioration in the camerawork by this point.
Long tables for a communal atmosphere that was slightly lacking at 8pm on Sunday. A few mates meeting up for a natter, just like Mrs RM and me.
By this time all I wanted was strong coffee and 24 hour BBC news. They did me an excellent black coffee (with little biscuit) to counteract the Black Iris IPA, which was only 6% but otherwise superb.
I kid you not, they were playing “My Sweet Lord” here too (and “Let It Be”, there’s a theme there somewhere). I reckon I’ll know the words to that soon. The chorus, anyway.
I’m fairly sure Mrs RM didn’t try to get back to Newark by canal boat down the Trent, but I can’t be sure.