We arrived in Dumfries after a lunch of pastries and painstakingly looked for somewhere to park our campervan for zero pounds, which isn’t a big budget.
Luckily the council free car park along the old dock had a space just big enough, and no height barrier to smash into. Result.
Dumfries has been high on my list since England were last good (Nov ’97), with a complement of six (6) Beer Guide entries, which makes it the most desirable town in the GBG.
And we’d probably see something else besides pubs. But probably not Burns House. Is there anywhere in Scotland without a Burns House. Was he the BRAPA of his age ?
The walk along the River Nith is as exciting as the walk along the Ouse in Bedford, a decent comparison that will upset both towns equally.
Oh look, a pub. With people outside. And Burns painted on the chimney (or is it soot ?).
“That looks OK” said Mrs RM. “Is it in your silly book ?” It was.
Never mind the book. Look at the sign on the door.
Hopes are often raised by Bass mirrors and Bass livery, but here in the Coach & Horses it was real.
Not really your traditional Bass boozer either, with the bar looking the sort of Bristol student place that puts on far too many beers and has cats on all the chairs. Quirky, but homely.
No students drinking the Bass, of course. Their time of enlightenment will come, as surely as they switch from dub step to Dylan.
It’s a lovely, cluttered bar, with a single simple Bass pump. The Landlord told me he’d had it on for decades, which makes the fact WhatPub shows Belhaven 80/ a little odd.
LifeAfterFootball would have loved it. Old folk mixed with young, a soundtrack of The Jam and The Beat competed with Belgium v Tunisia, (“those Belgians flatter to deceive“)and cheese crisps were consumed in vast quantities (lunch). The Landlord was as enthusiastic about his cheese (only) crisps as his Bass, always a good sign.
And Mrs RM thought the cool, rich Bass was as good as I did (NBSS 3.5). Last month Pedigree, now Bass, can I convert her to BBB ?