Less talk, more photos this morning.
One new pub left in Yarmouth, and a decent walk to take me through the heart of town.
Back over the Yare, past the huge grainstore I fully expect to be a micro pub on my next visit.
Hall Quay has some great buildings, great beer less so.
But I know what some of you are really interested in…
There’s a touch of Blackpool as you head down Regent Road to the “fun”.
But head 10 minutes north along the beach to Munchies for a corned beef toastie and proper coffee with sea view for a fiver.
Then a bit of pub porn on the way to the Avenue.
And an art deco bus station.
Sadly, my phone went from 42% battery to nil in about 8 seconds at this point, so the only proof I can bring you that I made it to the Avenue is this generic photo.
Generic beer range (Doom/Pride/Ghost), proper bench seating, beer of the day (NBSS 3.5), youths playing darts, Old Boys proposing an innovative way of selecting their MP, and the obligatory hole punched through the attractive toilet door.
The hole punched through the toilet door is a metaphor for Great Yarmouth, and for life.