Yes, it’s hazy photo time.
Half an hour from Llantwit to Cogan, Gateway to Penarth. Half an hour in which to enjoy a lively atmosphere as Bridgenders head in to Cardiff for their nights at Pryzm and Liquid.
Except that they all got out at Penarth. No idea why you’d go there, except ticking the new GBG pubs. Perhaps they were.
See how slowly they walk, just to frustrate my work. The train had been delayed 11 minutes, so I only had 49 minutes to get from Cogan to two pubs and back before I turned 30 and exploded or something.
Now, the photos that follow would be discarded by that Coldwell chap, but it was raining, OK ?
The Golden Lion was a proper “all-ages” upmarket backstreet pub, the sort of place you’d see on Cambridge’s Mill Road.
It’s a JW Bassett place, something to do with the ex-England team manager I think. I guess they carry out the same sort of function as a Grays pub in Chelmsford.
No beers you’ve heard of, unless you’re beery cheery, so I go for Grey Trees which is in sparkling form (NBS 3.5+). But does anyone apart from a CAMRA member at a northern beer festival really enjoy drinking vertically ?
The Pilot is a minute away, but I still get lost, and then get a photo opportunity squashed by a haggle of lady smokers confined to the porch (top). They’re very cheerful for such a despised species.
Unexpectedly, the Pilot is gastro. The lad at the bar can’t serve me and keeps telling me someone will be with me shortly, which they’re not. It’s like that pub in Brecon with the scared Bass barmaid. Food service is winding down, the smart folk of Penarth are discussing house prices, it’s an upmarket local. That’s OK, we all need somewhere.
Eventually I get a half of VOG which, again, is tremendous, and I have to concede the GBG selection round here is spot on, even if I miss the grubby Brain’s pubs.
Nice view to the Bay, brilliantly captured in this shot.
With ten minutes to run back to the station I had to skip the Brain’s in the Windsor, and Doom Bar in the reliable Spoons, even with 44 Spoons tokens in my wallet. Save them up for the Paramount before the Manc Beer Fest.
I only just caught the train to Cardiff, and enjoy a drunk man attempting to tell the ticket man he wants “A single to Aberdare” but failing spectacularly.