On to my final taxi duties with the BRAPA Bladder Bender from 3 November (yes, I’m that far behind) and only right I start with the Gents at the White Hart in Great Staughton.
I’ve had the front seat of my Aygo forensically examined and can confirm the great man did make it, just, to the loo here. A conversation with another pub ticking legend about incontinence pants the next week presented some excellent Xmas ideas for Si.
He still stopped to take the traditional photo outside before heading here;
The White Hart has been in the GBG for ages (I was last here a decade ago) and is proof that most CAMRA branches know exactly what they’re doing.
A neat, plain, Batemans local with no craft pretension and plenty of appeal for blokes.
Blokes on spreadsheets, blokes with dogs, blokes settling down for misshaped ball games, blokes tucking into gourmet pub snacks.
“Just get me a beer please” said Si as he made a dash.
So got him a XXXB, which was a bit mean when a man has six pints to put away, but the Bateman flagship is the one to go for.
“Oooh, I’d have gone for the XXXB too” said our hero. I’d had a sip while he was out and I could tell I’d made the right choice. And it looked great.
My lemonade was ill-advised, pairing badly with the complex flavours of the beef & onion cob stuffed with lovely Pipers (where’s that sponsorship lads ?).
Rather disgracefully, Simon ate his own lunch here, hiding his cheesy wotsits behind his secret notebook.
Si kindly let me have a look at his secret notebook, on strict condition I don’t share it with you.
In 100 years time school children will ponder the meaning of “Break til Essex is what I’m saying”.
Now, we were joined by some smiling South Africans, who’d never seen anyone as drunk as Simon before. They were great fun; I hope they won their silly game.
Si just about finished his pint, and I drove him the five minutes to the edge of St Neots, leaving him at the Riverside Park on the banks of the Ouse with three pubs still to do.
And I left him with three instructions;
- Sober up in the Spoons.
- Don’t fall in the Ouse.
- Remember where the door is in the Olde Sun.
He was alright when I left him.