The big news is that I’m back from Dundee, having survived an epic morning session in “Heritage Pub” Edinburgh with Stafford Paul, who was on top form. Lees Moonraker makes an ideal breakfast beer.
I’ll be taking a break from pubs ’till Friday, splitting time between ensuring two teenagers don’t wither away unfed and catching up on the blog. Forty posts in four days should do it.
More edge-of-Cotswolds fun from nearly a fortnight ago, starting with sunny Stroud.
My last post from here attracted some comments from Tim of lovely Stroud CAMRA. Two years after I posted, mind, which is why I never close comments !
We had some entertaining banter about GBG geography, which isn’t a problem with the Little George, bang in the town centre and therefore definitely Stroud.
As I’ve said before, you’ll be hard to find better countryside around a town than here. I’ve thought the centre itself a bit functional in the past, but the stone looked golden in the sun.
Cheltenham was bustling with 25-30 year olds taking a lunch break from pointless office jobs; Stroud feels the preserve of the more genteel shopper, despite its Fairtrade town credntials.
I bought a roll of gaffer tape (don’t ask) from Wilko, possibly not a Fairtrade purchase. So excited was I to be called “My darlin’” that I overlooked the fact the Little George was open before the stautory micro time of 4pm.
I won’t claim a Damascene conversion to micropubs in the last year, but I have reached a point of acceptance of their merits.
Which include the recycling of old bar stools and beer barrels, and the single-handed ressurection of the gourmet nut industry.
The couple running it were doing some heavy lifting ahead of the evening sessions (see: Knowle) so I didn’t have the usual exciting conversation along the lines of weather/FGR/how long been open ?/when’s the train to Slad etc.
Instead, I get to admire what is by now a typical micropub beer range, have enough “beer expert points” to tell my Cloudwaters from my Clearwater from my Clearmountains (produced Springsteen), and go local with the Seve(r)n Brewing.
It was fine, a bit sharp in that Gloucestershire way, and you get proper seating.
But as usual, the loo is the star, this one twinned with the Republic of Congo (top). There’s one in Maidenhead that’s twinned with the toilets at the old Vetch Field, apparently.