Back on 2 December I proudly showed you my pinking prowess.
Of course, ONE of you had to rain on my (pink) parade.
Ed, how could you ? Of course I’ve done the Ship. It’s been in the Guide for centuries.
Oh. Well, thanks a lot for pointing out my duff cross-checking, Ed. And to think I’ve been mocking Duncan’s record-keeping. We should get Ed to carry out steward’s enquiries on contentious ticks like Askett.
Anyway, nothing beats a trip out to The Naze, named after an Illinois rapper who got lost looking for the famed Jaywick in 2004.
Kirby-le-Soken is smaller than my own village, but has now had twice as many GBG entries.
The Red Lion seems to be taking its demotion in its stride, though it’s not clear if the stocks are being readied for Tendring CAMRA* or BRAPA. I counted a dozen people dressed to the nines standing outside, either headed for Clacton Races or an informal funeral.
There’s some charming houses in the village, though it’s really just a main road through to Walton with a couple of pubs and a church.
The Ship is pastel, a bit off-puttingly so if I’m honest.
And a sense of unreality continues inside.
And it all looks a bit gastro. But at the bar I find those surefire signs of Proper Pub. Hi-Vis and bobble hat.
Two great lads, too. Full of questions.
“What’s your name ?”
I like that. Particularly in a village pub at 11.06 am.
I was a bit scared of the beer and cider board.
And I unwisely chose the Adnams Bitter. Not because it wasn’t good (NBSS 3+), but because it was served in THAT glass. I even asked for a straight glass, forgetting that it technically IS a straight glass.
A Proper Pub, open all day from 11am, note. One more reason to love the Essex coast.
Anyway, here it is again.