Three days off pruning hedges and feeding teenagers, then off to Brum on World Cup Semi-Final Day. I won’t tell you how many England won by, just in case you still haven’t watched it on I-Player.
The journey took 2 hrs 20, compared to the 90 minute stroll to St Andrews before the A14 improvements started. Grrrr.
I’d booked a room at BLOC in the Jewellery Quarter, but left my car overnight (just £2, coincidentally the approximate value of my Aygo) in a very safe looking area of south Digbeth, parked next to the street art and those strange empty cartridges carpeting the floor. What could possibly go wrong ?
This crawl was, essentially, a huge waste of my time with no new GBG ticks. But great company from the assorted curmudgeons of the Beer and Pubs Forum, and the promise of an appearance from Cooking Lager meant I couldn’t miss it.
And I’d never really done Digbeth, dipping into the odd new entry every few years and admiring the way the industrial buildings manage to avoid gentrification. Besides, I might get another chance to be irritated by the pub that provided this highlight on my last visit at Christmas…
And I might even find a shrine to Life After Football.
Since some of you like looking at pictures of pubs, here’s a few from my meander to the Woodman.
I had the itinerary (Version 41a) saved to my phone,
and you’ll know how vital it is to stick to itineraries on informal days out like this. So I was overjoyed to get to the Woodman while the assorted Mudgies*, Mudges, Hatters, Jons and Petes were still arguing about Guns’n’Roses v Stone Roses or something (everyone knows Rose Royce are the best rose).
Oh, look. Lots of shiny handpumps.
This was a Brum highlight at the turn of the century, fell back a bit, and again looks decent under the care of the Post Office Tavern folk.
Multi-roomed, lived-in, gorgeous wood, proper seating; but far too many handpumps (of course), and some mixed views on the beer.
Not for the first time on the crawl, I got the best of the beer (Fownes, NBSS 3.5), but despite a soundtrack stuck in the ’70s, we didn’t overstay a muted welcome.
Itineraries are there for a reason. We had Ansells windows to explore.
*See Pub Curmudgeon’s far more succinct review here.