You left us at the foot of Upper Washer Lane, about to tackle the colossus that is the Big 6 Inn.
But then, like Forrest Gump at Monument Valley, I just stopped.
“I’ve had enough” I whined, like a Wokingham wimp. Charles didn’t argue, even though it was a bit like taking him to Downham Market and not letting him visit the town’s crowning glory, the new Wetherspoons.
“Nightcap in the Grayston then” said Chris, probably. Chris lives in the Grayston, I think, which guarantees him a place at the front of their bijou music room (holds 18).
I couldn’t really say no, and it was next door to Chris’s curry recommendation. One of the quirkiest places on earth, even if they seemed to have missed “Icarus Falls” by local boy Zayn off their 2018 Top Albums list.
Loads of new things to note since my first trip, like this novel lager-ordering system.
Things had gone to pot by now, so I can only tell you that one of us had the Elland, Charles’s second Nettle Thrasher of the day.
Goodness knows what the keg was; if only we’d been taking notes like Proper beer bloggers do.
The bar area and the back room were full, so we had the gangway to the loos all to ourselves, a great people-watching spot.
Anyway, six pubs of an evening is plenty (unless you’re Stafford Paul), but I do remember the dhansak and peshwari naan in the Kashmiri Aroma was superb.
I woke up at 3am, not to the sound of “Wonderwall” being sung by locals under my window but with LBC blaring on my laptop and a blog half-started. Sure sign of a good night.
Later that morning, we visited the Minster, a wonderful gothic church,
and admired the rather more recent architectural highs of the Victorian market.
By the time we come again, Coletta’s Milk Bar may be a craft bar selling 8.2% milk stouts.