One last pub in Perth before I could join the queue for goody bags and “Say No To Craft” badges back in Dundee.
A fairly hefty walk to the Cherrybank, the one I’d been looking forward to most.
Always best to alternate your pints of keg with caffeine of course, so I stopped in Blend for a “Top 3 Coffee In An Independent” Flat White. Nothing lukewarm here.
You’ll be wondering how I resisted the Abbotsford, I guess. Domino enthusiasts, Tennents, that rugby symbol on WhatPub. One of those put me off.
Western Perth has some sturdily attractive housing that would fetch a fortune in the Home Counties.
But not many pubs till you reach the Cherrybank.
I enter the public, rather than the larger lounge/diner with views to the woods.
So I get Old Boys at the bar (shy ones)and a little warren of rooms. I win.
A nice simple beer board (till my shaky photo spoilt it) with ales you’ve heard of.
Not wishing to trouble the cheery and efficient barmaid to scurry into the other bar, I stuck with Jarl.
You can’t go wrong with Jarl, can you ?
No, you can’t. A third cool, chewy half easily in GBG standard (NBSS 3/3.5). Someday I will actually post all these scores on WhatPub.
A pub for Gentlefolk rather than tickers, and one of the more relaxing 20 minutes of the month wandering the rooms. No-one seemed to mind as I poked my nose where it shouldn’t go.
I do like historical photos of the local football club. This one of the Saints from the late ’60s has a Bobby Charlton impersonator in what otherwise could pass for the 1970 Everton team.
So three new GBG pubs and a “Must Visit” town complete by 3pm, I joined the chap with rainbow hair on the 15:39 to CAMRA-land.