I’ve no idea where the day on Wight went. Mainly hanging around at bus stops, feeling sick on buses and then finding pot plants to dispose of below-par beer. Admit it, you’re jealous.
Another half hour on Ventis to Wootton, joined by shoppers and schoolchildren dreaming of their trip to the mythical land of Portsmouth. Why won’t Primark open a store on Wight ?
Wootton appears little more than a junction, with a pub that looks like a care home on the corner.
Well, this was Old School.
A few lads playing pool, no tourists. Two Fullers beers, a sprawl of drinking areas.
It reminded me of my own local, the Sun, and provided the best beer of the day, an HSB comfortably above NBSS 3.5. It can be done.
In a moment of BRAPA madness, I gave the landlord 90p instead of £1.80, continuing to confuse the 10p for the quid. I do that quite a bit these days, a small act of rebellion against the £3 pint barrier being breached.
Dave and Mags (I guess) run a Proper Pub that might just be my favourite on the Isle. I was so excited I rushed to catch the bus and left my glasses on the table.
Back in Ryde I headed for the Railway and its 200 million year old gingko biloba tree.
My penultimate Wight tick promised Framptwood Mac and a Proper Pub experience with “rare beer styles” (ugh !)
It was closed.
I could reach the doors, though neither of them indicated opening times. The lights were on, so I knocked, but nothing stirred. I phoned, no-one answered.
But Facebook, the only social media, indicated there’d be live music that night.
Sod it. I’ve got to come back to do Joe’s, and then the Railway had better be brilliant.
Rather than camp on the Railway patio I caught the early hovercraft, admiring the view to Pompey.
Anyway, enjoy this full–length feature film of the hovercraft arriving in Ryde.