Don’t oversell your blog posts, folks.
Unless you’ve got something really important to say like the availability of flat Bass in a proper pub, anyway.
One night in Kelso, as the song from Chess nearly went. Mrs RM gets to stay in “reasonably smart hotels” with her job, which comes as a bit of a shock to me.
Ednam House is the sort of place that survives on Old Boys in plus fours, anglers, and couples escaping Galashiels on honeymoon.
It was much too posh for me. I’ve been in plainer National Trust properties*.
I expect it’ll be a Brunning & Price by 2022; for now the public bar had the beer range of your average Travelodge, and malts for a tenner, so we saved our pennies.
The rain from Malta had followed us up to Kelso,
but it somehow made the market square look a bit Italian and magical.
Even Rutherfords was trying to be continental by tempting us to sit outside on a balmy February Sunday evening.
We weren’t fooled. Inside it was pretty wonderful, particularly if you like Nemo (top), red paint, and gin on draught. Mrs RM did.
They even had test tubes to show you the colours of the drinks. Test tubes !
We’d had a talk about the evening before hand and agreed that Mrs RM would take it easy as she had some sort of big “launch” the next day. “Yeah right“, as the kids say.
Here’s Mrs RM’s large gin. We were oblivious to the chap on fire at the bar.
“Smoking Man“, as no doubt Si would call him, brought some life, and a huge friendly dog that took a liking to my new glasses.
It’s a tiny place, but within 20 minutes a fairly sedate middle-class micro had become a lively boozer, which just goes to show.
Looking at the Guide I see I gave Rutherfords a rare 3 ticks, meaning beer NBSS 4 or better. So Edinburgh CAMRA do know what they’re doing, as of course does Mr Rutherford. Fyne Blizzard and Stewart Chocolate Stout, for those taking notes; served flat in thick glasses.
So much gin had been consumed by the end that I think even Trepanning (look it up) might have seemed a good idea.
Luckily Mrs RM had me to steer her safely to food. tbc…
*My average time spent in a National Trust property is 2.5 minutes.