I’ve just got back from taking Matt to his Architects gig in Cardiff. A good night, only let down by non-existent Wi-Fi at the Future Inn. If the future is internet free then you can keep it.
A week ago I was escorting BRAPA to his long-awaited Wisbech tick.
On these trips I always feel obliged to bore Si with lots of historic detail about the likes of Octavia Hill, my Dad’s trips to Wisbech plant auctions, and the scarcity of the town’s GBG entries over two decades. His feigned interest is a thing of beauty.
To be fair, the Elgood’s pubs are exceptionally shabby, and we only had 30 minutes free parking, which meant a sprint to the Red Lion to fit in his statutory 27.5 minute stay.
You can read about Wisbech here (the one with the Isaac Newton death mask).
There’s still traces of Georgian loveliness along the North Brink. The landlady at Leverington had attempted to lure us to a tour of the Elgoods brewery and gardens and Peckover House is one of the less boring National Trust properties.
The Red Lion is about as grand as the pubs get.
We reduced the average age inside the pub by about 4.433 years. At the bar with the Old Boys, Simon noted everyone was drinking Amstel. I urged Si to go for the Cambridge; it might be his only chance to drink Elgood’s while doing the Beer Guide.
Too late. The nearest fellow, a posh chap reading the Times, told him the “Mortal Wombat” was very popular. “Dangerous drinkable” I think the quote was, clearly taken straight off the tasting notes.
Anyway, it wasn’t good, judging by Si’s face. More condition in my seventh coffee of the day, supplied by one of those machines that were futuristic in Wimpy in 1982.
To cheer him up, I directed Simon the wrong way to the toilets, so the locals could have a good laugh. It also allowed him to shout “Bastard !” when he did find the Gents, apparently.
A pleasant pub for the mature drinker and gentlefolk who enjoy lunches “with all the trimmings“. Russ will applaud the correct spelling of Beef Bourguignon, of course.
We had to rush to get back to the car before the 30 minutes was up, or a man from Walsoken turns up to crush your car.