I had a week off the GBG trail after that Birthday flurry; pubs need help after Christmas, of course.
Then I was off, telling Mrs RM my destination was Henley so I’d at least get some sympathy from her.
Not many people know this, but Henley-in-Arden is a little gem, a far better proposition than it’s big brother Stratford. OK, Stratford has Shakespeare, whose spelling Russ would have a field day with, but you can see Nick Drake’s headstone just up the road from Henley. HE could spell.
Like Epping or Tenterden, it’s basically just one long ancient High Street, lined with trees adorned with toilet rolls and offcuts from “Rainbow-the movie“.
All the attractions are seen in a serene 20 minutes yomp from the station, but the average US visitor will be enthralled at how much oldness there is here.
My HUGE spreadsheet show the Three Tuns to be my fourth GBG tick, which surprises me a bit. All four traditional pubs, none of your micro/tap nonsense.
The church bells chime for noon, and play a selection of Christmas carols, a nice touch.
I admire the timber/bench/table colour combinations on the way to the bar, where the young barman has clearly decided that Heart ’80s is what the locals want to hear. He’s right.
“Wow ! Proper beer range” I think.
How heartening to find a pub in Warwickshire CAMRA in the Guide on beer quality rather than rarity. Classic keg line-up that BeerMat would enjoy.
Sadly, the advertised cobs have “run out“, my only disappointment.
One Old Boy sits quietly with paper and pint, I fall for the charms of Chaka Khan and Paul Simon, and Rudolph is a cool, gorgeous NBSS 3.5/4. The red nose on the clip adds 0.25 to the score.
As I walk out I notice Rudolph has (temporarily) replaced M&B cask. Sacrilege.
NB The vegetable roll from the chippy is large and cheap but a bit too full of vegetables.