ON THE BEACH

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I don’t do anniversaries (luckily, neither does Mrs RM), but 18 May will always be Ian Curtis Day, a reminder of my morbid 16th year on the planet when I developed an unhealthy interest in Manchester (“He’s from Cheshire !” screams Mudgie).

Rather like the Ramones, Ian and Joy Division are best known these days as a T-shirt design.

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Even my 16 year son knows this one

If Nevil Shute was still alive he’d be 118.45 now, but he’s not.  I had a bit of a Shute obsession in my 20s, reading On the Beach while on a career break down in South Australia in ’89.  It makes Unknown Pleasures seem cheery.

All irrelevant, except that our next pub is On the Beach.

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Over the rocks

If the Ty Coch Inn on Porthdinllaen beach sounds familiar, you either a) live there or b) remember the Pubmeister’s recent post from the coast.

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Spot the pub

Duncan’s gorgeous report persuaded us out this way this week, and this was a definite highlight, despite the National Trust having another £4 off us to park.

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Views from our £4 car park

Accessible only via the golf course (the so-called “Pubmeister Path”) or the beach, it says in the Guide. Unless you’re the Wild Horse Brewery delivery I guess.  On the way along the pebbles we had a game of “Identify the fish”.

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I say shark

Amusingly, the sign at the foot of the steps to the beach says “closed at 3“, which would have been disappointing since it was 2.40pm and a 20 minute walk away, but a phone call confirmed that sign was just there to give pub tickers heart scares.

The setting is magical, but pubs in magical settings can often disappoint (see: Maidenhead Conservative Club).

Mrs RM remained rather sceptical as we clambered over rocks and through people’s front rooms.

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Round the corner, Mrs RM
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Nearly there

There you go.

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Toilet block there

I may need some Welsh translation from one of you at this point.

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No idea

A few houses and a pub with a view out to a bay framed by mountains. Gorgeous.

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In Suffolk, you’d be met at the door by a greeter at a pub like this.

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Here, despite a brisk trade in sandwiches it was all about beer. Very local and some of it very strong.

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Crafty keg

Goodness knows how full it gets on a hot Saturday in July, but on a cooling Wednesday in May Mrs RM had to make a dash for the bar stools and make a pact with a couple that were just finishing their sandwiches.  She has her uses.

We were joined by a “mature” couple of ladies (“old codgers” said their children) whose astonishment at the size of their shared panini was the stuff of BRAPA legend.

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The entire retired population of Criccieth on show

Both the cask in hardened plastic and the scary keg in glass were much to Mrs RM’s taste. She insisted I take photos of “stuff”.

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So effective was the Wild Horse IPA that I had some problem getting Mrs RM back across the beach as the tide came in.  But I’m writing this now, so you know how that ended.

A wonderful pub, and the outside loos of legend..

 

 

 

 

 

21 thoughts on “ON THE BEACH

  1. “I had a bit of a Shute obsession in my 20s, reading On the Beach while on a career break ”

    I quite liked Trustee from the Tool Room or some such.

    “All irrelevant, except that our next pub is On the Beach.”

    Ah. A segue. 😎

    “I say shark”

    Naw. World’s tiniest whale.

    “but a phone call confirmed that sign was just there to give pub tickers heart scares.”

    😁

    “No idea”

    Not I. 🤔

    “Very local and some of it very strong.”

    Makes sense. Everyone has to walk there. 😉

    “So effective was the Wild Horse IPA that I had some problem getting Mrs RM back across the beach as the tide came in. ”

    Was that because wild horses couldn’t drag her away? 😋

    Cheers

    “Mrs RM had to made a dash for the bar stools”

    Was she running in a Tardis? (make not made)

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