A scientific analysis of this blog reveals the most popular posts to be;
a) The one where I travel three hours to find the pub unexpectedly closed.
b) The one where I (or Dick) tries to take a duff pint back.
c) The one set in the heart of Woollyback country (west of Salford).
d) The one with hearty locals blocking the way to the bar.
e) The one with a toy monkey holding a poppy.
Two out of five for the Monkey in Terling near Chelmsford (you knew that, surely). I’ve marked the Monkey on the map in relation to the other must-see sights round here.
Note that the full name is “The Monkey @ the Rayleigh Arms“, which is always a warning sign. Why would you change a perfectly good pub name ? Whinge, whine.
Terling isn’t Finchingfield and Thatxed, but it is a typically pretty Essex village where you can irritate locals by guessing how much their house costs.
There’s a plain village hall in the woods where something clearly must have happened once.
Anyhow, the Monkey is one big dining room, with overexcited children playing on the floor, which I guess is why the village Sunday afternoon drinkers are all sitting at the bar.
I manoeuvre around to try to identify the beers from the side, before realising that (of course) it’ll be Mosaic and A.N.Other.
Finally a gap emerged as a bloke we shall call Derek went to the loo, leaving glasses and Guinness for me to knock off.
Of course, after this build-up I have to tell you the Adnams was Good, NBSS 3+. And that’s all the Beer Guide should care about.
The most consistent beer in the country can be found in Essex. The most expert bar blocking can be found south of Braintree.
The village sign said “Essex Village of the Year 2014“; I presume a winner in the self-entitlement awards.
Si will love it.