If all else fails, fall back on alliteration.
Tim T and I made for Pub 4, leaving Mrs RM to buy some shopping from UniQlo that she’s since discovered she needs to take back (hopefully not to Oxford).
I assured Tim I knew the way to the Turf, but of course I didn’t really.
Our starting point was quite prophetic.
But at least the route took us part some characterful buildings.
We approached the Turf from the east, still unclear, until Google Maps started beeping at me.
There is a blackboard marking the alley leading to the Turf; it probably says “Prosecco 50 yards” or something.
And there it is;
Ah,the Turf Tavern, famous for historic visitors like Smokin’ Bill, Guzzlin’ Bob,and Old Rosie, who I don’t recall.
Tim had been a bit reluctant to revisit the Turf, perhaps not just because of the promise of G****e K**g, but it turned out to be my pub of the day.
A mix of folk of all ages, great hats,
questionable beer names (not the 6X),
and no GK IPA, oddly. In fact, a pedestrian beer range by revitalised CAMRA standards.
Wadworth 6X works for me, and for most of the group. Somewhere between NBSS 3.5 and 4, a cool, complex, malty joy of a pint.
Just look at it,
Quite how our group managed to find the last table in the house, I’ll never know. Mostly diners, but certainly not all, and few table reservations I saw.
Paul Mudge was impressed with the beer, and he lives close to the 6X stronghold at High Offley. Paul it was who provided the Bass badges, a sacred moment.
Like the Anchor, great outside toilets too !
I’d be tempted to put the Turf in my Top 100 pubs, but then I’d have to leave out something like the Sun in Stockton, and you’ll know what that sells.
Still, an essential visit.