Ah, found the rest of my Seaford photo cache.
Some more dramatic coastline, actually only a few minutes from the Golden Galleon at Exceat Bridge.
But more dramatic than that was the realisation, as I passed the Wellington, that I’d been there before.
And had no recollection of it at all. But there it was in my GBG, crossed out with pink marker and with two retiredmartin ticks.
It was packed with drinkers at 4pm on a sweltering Tuesday.
And had tables named after places, rather than Chumley-warner or Everitt.
But most strikingly of all, it had an electronic beer board, detailing the microbrew exotica (for east Sussex). I had to check my Google map to make sure I wasn’t in the Wellington in Brum a fortnight early.
Yes, a drinkers pub, in fact a tickers pub, judging by the jovial gent taking copious notes and downing halves at the bar (top).
Nothing wrong with tickers, of course, as long as their pop bottles don’t leak while I’m standing at the bar.
And as long as the pub can sell the beers quickly enough. Which judging by the quality of the Long Man, it could (NBSS 4).
A bustling boozer, scoring extra Mudgie points by playing Toto’s Africa for the benefit of beer tickers and pub tickers everywhere.
And with enough WiFi to allow me to trace my earlier visit back to the Olympics of 2012, where I watched the Brownlow Bros win some running race before stuffing my face on cod and chips on the pebbled beach.
Ah, memories. If only I had them.