Really into short post territory now (unlike BRAPA), with a return visit to the Shortlands Tavern while I wait for the train to trundle up from Bromley South. I had 14 minutes.
Less the three minutes I’d need to admire the hidden beauty of Shortlands Station.
Shortlands feels like the suburb of Bromley it is, notable only as the one-time home of Enid Blyton, who moved back to the Borough when the Star and Garter reintroduced Mikkeller in 1925.
Enid knocked out 10,000 woke words a day at the height of her powers, which equates to something like 25 of my posts or two-thirds of a BRAPA epic.
The banner erected by the Residents Association is a minor gem.
Not quite sure why I’ve started embracing return visits like this. Charitably, I recalled a boisterous local from a decade ago (it was probably only 2013). Less charitably, I just needed the Gents, although the quick half pint is then always going to make you need to stop two stations up the line (as it did).
It was warm, and characterful, and with touches of “boozer” and a good mix of folk. The woolly hats were being sold “3 for 2” on Bromley market so it was surprising one chap had missed out.
Perhaps it was the Christmas crowd, but it felt bit smarter than I remembered. There were people at the bar discussing tasters, which is taught as an A Level at Bromley High.
The excellent barmaid was explaining CAMRA discount and I don’t think I’ve ever heard a group of customers as excited by a 10p saving.
Being December, I had the Butcombe Christmas beer that was tasty (NBSS 3+) but a bit cold. Does Bromley think it’s in Wales ?
Proper seats, pleasing wood panelling, tables NOT reserved for groups who don’t turn up, and gin bottles put to proper use.
But if I’d stayed another minute I’d have missed my train to London Bridge, and you wouldn’t want that.