Two down in Dumfries, four to go. But first a little tourism.
With the Burns centre and the Bruce pub, it helps if you like Roberts. Sadly no Cure museum, though the Coach & Horses had plenty of their stuff on the jukebox.
I thought Dumfries would be smarter; it looked unchanged since the ’70s and lacked an independent coffee scene, which along with micro pubs marks you out as a Proper Town. Some of the little roads led nowhere and were pleasingly scary.
Still, top civic architecture and lots of little closes to hid from Mrs RM down.
The walk along the riverside toward the town cinema is pleasant, but takes all of 15 minutes. You can forget how small Scottish towns are.
We were mildly distraught to not the ONLY film on at the Odeon ALL WEEK was Oceans 8, and the only theatre was The Ladyboys of Bangkok. That may be your idea of fun, but I sensed an evening of World Cup football and Draught Bass ahead. What do Scots do at night that doesn’t involve haggis ?
By day, they explore shops called “Handbag Heaven“.
Mrs RM wasn’t tempted. She was tempted by Pub No.3, the Caven Arms. Perpetual Pub of the Year blah blah. Brew Dog and a posh burger.
We walked in to be faced by the barrier in the top photo.
“Please wait to be seated“. Like me, Mrs RM waits for no-one.
“Have your drink and let’s go” she said, as condiment carriers bustled around us.
At the bar at the back all the tables were reserved too, apart from one seat at the bar I graciously grabbed for Mrs RM.
Loads of choice, of course. I thought it was Greene King, with those Belhaven pumps and bargain Abbot, but apparently not.
The beer, Game Bird of course, was average, the experience slightly less so.
So on to a pub chain you can rely on…