Where were we ? Simon four pints up/down, with just the bewildering Sixpenny Sods to make his half dozen and reach thirty pubs for the trip. #Legend.
Zig Zag Hill is great fun on a motorbike, no doubt, but it’s scuppered our trips from the EOTR site to Shaftesbury since we got our motorhome.
A gorgeous stretch of English countryside that Simon appreciated despite a growing nervousness that the Penny Tap was going to be closed.
“TURN LEFT !” screamed Sat Nav Lady as we skidded into Sixpenny Handley Rec, and Si jumped out and ran behind a tree. Possibly this one.
“Where was the sign ?” we asked.
Look very closely.
I had fifteen minutes till opening, so did the whole tourist gig while Si took deep breaths or whatever you do after four pints.
What a complex village this is for the pubber. The ex-GBG Roebuck was seemingly closed, though WhatPub disagrees, and the original Sixpenny Tap has moved to the big city of Cranborne, leaving Sixpenny sexagenarians without that essential micro pub in a farm outbuilding experience.
I guess that an essential micropub in a Sports Pavilion experience comes close.
Look how thrilled Si was to see the door open at 4.29pm.
The barmaid was still chalking up the beer details on the board, beautifully but painstakingly, at 4.31pm. Si wasn’t that bothered about the strengths of the beers, being a #PubMan, and to prove the point chose the beer that hadn’t got an ABV chalked up yet.
Folk interested in beer, and I can’t believe there’s many of them reading this blog, may like to know the three most common beers in these six pubs were Sixpenny, Flack Manor and Otter. The Boring Brown Bitter war is won, Citra is defeated etc. etc.
But I still haven’t got a clue whether the Tap in Sixpenny was actually serving Sixpenny beers, and hardly care as I had a pint of water to contend with.
Si dutifully paraded the latest copy of Ullage, it being Newbury Tim’s birthday, and in the absence of candles we stuck it in the top of a pile of less essential reading.
It was like a village beer festival, which I guess is what it is. In its defence, Simon’s homebrew was thin but very tasty (NBSS 3+), and only £3.
No Bass mirror, but a cricket bat from Wankhede (not sure what their nickname is) and some great family games.
I was getting a bit frustrated at how long Si was taking to down his pints by now. Where’s Mrs RM when you need her ?
To pass the time I inspected the Guest Beer Guide where you can read tasting notes and other fascinating stuff.
The sun was setting over Cranborne Chase. Could we make the last BRAPA tick of his holiday before darkness fell and I got totally lost ?