This post is brought to you courtesy of a solar powered recharge of my dead phone. Technology, eh ?
Not many pubs close to Larmer Gardens, but the Museum in Farnham (not that Farnham) is 25 minutes walk. I suspect we’re the only festival goers to attempt it down a narrow lane which forces you to jump in the hedge when campervans pass.
This one is in the Beer Guide (for now) and possibly every guide to posh pubs in existence.
Farnham appears to consist entirely of thatched cottages, and is therefore nearly as posh as Waterbeach.
The Museum is one of a collection of fine dining and sleep emporia, and oddly doesn’t seem to be benefiting from the mid afternoon tradesmen custom, despite rare all-day opening.
There’s still a party of diners with loud voices discussing the Guardian and pashminas, and I wonder if we’ll be asked if we’re dining.
No-one puts Mrs RM in the corner and asks if she’s dining. It’s strictly two pints and a packet of Pipers.
Only three pumps, nothing to scare the geldings, what can go wrong ?
Mrs RM’s Sixpenny 6D from down t’road is superb, matching the chorizo perfectly (says our beer sommelier). I’ll give it a 3.5.
Sadly, the Flack Manor is a bit sharp (NBSS 1.5) Scarred by recent incredulity about my reports of poor beer here, I decide it’s me and plough on and admire the decor.
Mrs RM has a swig. “Ugh, how can you drink that, it’s vinegar !”
How indeed. Bit late to take it back, so I get a pint of the Brakspear, a reliable pint if ever I saw one.
I should have stuck to the Heinz, which interestingly someone had stuck down the side of our bench seat.
“I think it’s reached the end of the barrel” I said, being a southerner. “Your beer is filth” can offend.
The nice lady then told me there was loads left in the barrel, and presumably it had been there for a while.
Anyway, changed for 6D, but tellingly the clip NOT turned round so someone else can experience the joy of the cask ale lottery later.
If you do go, enjoy the hand wash.