Reading new posts from BRAPA, LifeAfterFootball and PubHermit this morning* reminded me there’s more to life than ticking pubs. There’s pinking in Navigator maps, brass bands and Matthew Le Tissier, too.
And ice cream.
I’m not a great pudding person, unusually for a boy from the Fens, where every other pub had a revolving dessert cabinet once.
But I can’t resist a queue for a sweet shop,even if it is composed of small children smearing fudge sauce on my man bag.
Cheap and cheerful, rather than artisan, just as I like it. While I’m in complimentary mood, the unfussy service and hot coffee in Graze was superb.
Anyway, Dunbar, I liked you a lot.
For a start, there’s pubs that Mrs RM wouldn’t go in, even though she’s big and brave.
Loads of scary dark closes leading to nowhere, just like in Tewkesbury (and Selkirk to be fair).
The street art is either very inventive or very sloppy.
But best of all, there’s rocks.
All individually named on my OS map.
I headed for The Gripes. Probably.
I braved a half in the Rocks, fittingly. It has some great signage.
The Rocks is the sort of small seaside hotel that London middle-class holiday makers would enjoy, convincing them they were in Burnham Thorpe or Brancaster.
The public bar is stunning.
And empty. I had to get the hotel receptionist to track down someone in the kitchen who can pour me a half of Belhaven, cleverly hidden behind the tulips so as not to scare hotel guests.
What a beautifully simple pump clip. Equal to the view.
But in 25 degrees, I joined the Peroni drinkers on the deck chairs. And stared at rocks for 20 minutes.
In good condition(NBSS 3), one of the best of the Lothians trip.
All it needs is a Chinese takeaway recommendation and Draught Bass and I can put Dunbar in my Top 20 towns.
*Sadly you need to be retired to keep up with all the great pub posts these days.