And so to the Humber for three days of what is known in ticking circles as “mopping up”. I can’t wait to show you my famous GBG map and spreadsheet soon, so that Duncan can laugh at it.
First stop, Caistor, capital of the “Greater Lincolnshire Backwaters”, shown here in relation to Grimsby for context.
My Navigator tells me I’ve been here before, my GBG spreadsheet says this is the first Guide entry for a decade or more, and my phone insists this is Market Rasen.
Market Rasen is a thriving metropolis compared to Caistor (pop. 2601), which is so quiet I can stand in the middle of South Street for 20 minutes to set this shot up.
So what’s the White Hart got to get it in the Guide ?
Ah, of course.
Clearly the Draught Bass is the love that dare not speak its name, as WhatPub promises only Black Sheep and Deuchars.
Easy choice then.
A harder choice of where to take my Bass with some good Proper Seating in two lovely rooms.
I only chose the bar as the conversation between two nurses finishing their pie, chips and onion rings was BRAPA-tastic, but then they finished up immediately and left me on my own. NHS staff only get 20 minute lunch breaks, I guess.
Smart but unpretentious, with the pots and pans a reminder that you’re still in late 1987 in North Lindsey or whatever the area is called.
But we got “Wannabe” and “Somewhere Only We Know” to singalong to, which the barmaid did, surprisingly well.
I declined and stuck to admiring a creamy Bass (NBSS 3) that probably wouldn’t convert you to the One True Faith.
Still, lacings, eh ?
A bit quiet considering it’s the only pub left in town (there’s a café bar/bistro with handpumps across the road that will now get in the next Guide), but it’s a lovely little place, full of hills and history.
And just off the market place you may spot the ghost of the last CAMRA member to come here and ask for a top-up.