Another “Last GBG Pub In The County” for you, and more evidence that Northamptonshire is an underrated pubby gem (don’t argue, I’ll fight ya).
Even more so than, say, Dorset or Gwent, Northants throws up villages seemingly untouched by progress, reflected in the pubs. Last year we had the magical Three Horseshoes in Ecton, now it’s the Foresters Arms in Nether Heyford.
Admit it, you’ve never heard of it, even though the lovely Mrs RM is working only ten miles away.
Two minutes off the M1, but clearly a crack in the Space/Time continuum allows Heyford to continue in about 1973.
If it was in Oxfordshire, you’d have a pashmina parlour and artisanal deli, here it’s just a One Stop Shop for your chocolate and two pubs.
And golden stone, of course.
So surprised was I to find a village pub actually open at lunchtime I appear to have falling over while taking the photo of the Foresters Arms.
A couple of Old Boys finishing their pints, a couple of Young Boys (not the Swiss) fixing the pool table, a couple of beers.
I’m sure there was a conversation which ended with me saying “Two beers is plenty !” in an over-enthusiastic way.
Tim Taylors Knowle Spring seems to be the new Plum Porter, popping up in rural free houses all over the place and being remarkably consistent.
Away from the high tables I enjoyed an uninterrupted view of the brewerania and the successful fixing of the pool table, accompanied by a cool, crisp pint (NBSS 3.5) and a packet of Wednesbury scratchings (not pictured for health reasons).
An entirely appropriate way to finish a genuine beer drinkers’ county, staring blissfully into the distance at the Bass mirror I couldn’t quite fit in my jacket pocket.