Obscure Oxfordshire, too. A hamlet with not much more than a pub.
The Greyhound is in Bessels Leigh on the map, Besselsleigh on What Pub, and it’s probably pronounced Bezzle by the pashmina wearers debating starters as I arrive.
A good start though, as I spot Berkshire’s top flammable CAMRA magazine at the entrance.
After a slimmed down version on the edge of Windsor Great Park, this was back to identikit Brunning & Price. A fussy rambling building occupied entirely by jacketed diners.
And a particularly unhelpful note on the bar (the next hour from when ?), but oddly none of the other customers at the bar seemed as distraught as me.
Loads of handpumps were affected by some major cellar work, which clearly couldn’t have been done outside licensing hours, oh no.
As I often say, B&P’s staff are it’s main asset. No cider or bottle-conditioned beers*, so the helpful chap offered me something from the keg selection.
“Ignore the Leffe” he said, “it’s a West Berks IPA“. Clearly KeyKeg, even if I couldn’t be sure; I joyfully claimed my tick, and enjoyed an unlikely soundtrack of Babies. The Pulp track from ’93, not the BRAPA favourites.
Of course, at that precise moment, the pumps started working again, and I suddenly had my doubts about the authenticity of that keg beer. It was very fizzy.
So, just to avoid any doubts on the deathbed that I actually had done the Greyhound authentically, I had a half of the Mild (NBSS 3.5). It was a bit frothy.
“Top it up or put a flake it in it” said barlady to barman, and he did.
* I realise all this “must have a real ale in the GBG pub” stuff is nonsense, but it’s my nonsense.