Two posts to go to get shot of Norfolk for another year, the first of them the inevitable Broads gastro. At least there’s nothing near that Dereham hell-hole this time.
The worst thing about the Broads is finding something to rhyme with the Bowie line that you’re legally obliged to reference.
So here, relatively straight, is The Lion in Thurne, which even people living in Acle have never heard of.
In my most generous mood, I will admit the little cut off the River Thurne looks rather gorgeous in the sun, at least until the scarf and Barbour crowd finished their soujourn all the way to the windmill and back.
I know the whole point of the Broads is that folk do absolutely nothing, but how has that ever been considered a holiday ?
The Lion was ticking over, as a few townies contemplated their options before dinner was served at 7pm (drink, basically).
Lots of pastel colours, lots of gin, and the first keg wall seen outside central Norwich. Has it come to this. that pubs believe that a wall of taps dispensing Adnams, Sheps and Estrella make you “crafty”.
With Estrella the drink of choice, I feared for the cask. And why no Lacons in a pub with Lacons livery ?
But, as so often, the dullest pub produces the best cask, and the great pub often disappoints. You might even say a “Cask lottery“, eh ?
I went for the Grain, just so Citra could say “Should have gone for Citra”, all Citra-like. It was gorgeous (NBSS 3.5+), as I hope my filter-enhanced photo shows.
Apart from my involuntary “Mmmm”, nothing happened.