A few photos from the home of a real BBB stalwart.
Having described their “fun” pubs as smelling of dead Aardvark, it was time to beat a quick retreat from Skegness. But there is no such thing as a quick exit out of town, as anyone who has enjoyed the A52 to Boston will know.
The OS extract makes it look quite interesting; the WhatPub extract tells a truer tale.
No GBG pubs at all in that stretch, but the Batemans Visitor Centre in its iconic windmill is always worth a stop.
Wainfleet All Saints is an attractive little town in the mould of Crowland, and a sharp contrast to the bungalow villages that dominate much of Fenland. The market place was obviously in the throes of an auction of salvaged John Deere parts.
More traditional machinery on show at the brewery.
A good (comfort) stop, even if you can’t face the Salem Porter at 10am. Last time here the beer was superb, as it can be when pubs sell more than a couple of pints an hour of it (see also: Waggon & Horses, York).
You can walk around the centre for free and imagine what a great proper pub this could make.
I particularly enjoyed the Board Room at the top of the windmill, the open displays of old ledgers and “Spot the Bass bottle“.
Some of the signs would make great additions to a man cave.
Charles and I took turns to be disgusted at the display of old pump clips.
But luckily the pub signs were more benign.
Only now I’m back in Waterbeach do I notice that the Angel Inn in town would have served up both Draught Bass AND Doom Bar. You don’t see much Doom Bar these days.