It’s an official Beer & Pubs Forum Proper Pubs Day Out, so strict rules apply. Waistcoats made out of bar towels, pints in straight glasses, no bar snacks turned down, the B&PF song whistled between pubs.
I brought Chief Internal Auditor and Curry Connoisseur (open alternate Saturdays) along to keep order. Charles had to travel from Dereham, several decades into Norfolk, and I can’t say I was in much of a hurry after only one day to recover from Eccles.
So by the time we’d checked into our apartment (the Jewel, a gem) a mile north of town it was already 2pm and the assorted Mudgies and Citras and Jons and Yorkies were already three pints to the good. At the start of a long, long list.
That shortfall didn’t stop Charles and I getting lost near the canal and then stopping to admire the architecture like the sophisticats (?) we are.
On another sultry Autumnal day Worcester looked the business, and the city streets were busy with a wider age range of folk than you’d get in most places.
I had entertained ambitions to watch a bit of county cricket and climb the Cathedral tower but a) Yorkshire wrapped up a 3 day cricket and b) Charles has a dodgy knee.
Charles also has an unfortunate habit of asking for tasters in the Plough, so I took an executive decision to skip that part of the crawl and pop in the Spoons.
The Postal Order is a cracking Spoons, the more boozy of the two (the Coldwells were staying in the posh one). So the gobblers had long gone, leaving a fair few Professional Drinkers to enjoy some sort of mini festival.
I caused minor alarm by breaking the computer which couldn’t discount already discounted ales to less than £1.69, but at least the vouchers were getting used.
Best pint of the day (spoiler), Ludlow Lad from Woods, which is about as Spoons a Spoons guest as you can get (NBSS 3.5). Cool, silky and frothy, it slipped down in 487 seconds.
“We haven’t had lunch” squealed Charles.
When in Worcester, eat pork baps.