Day 3 by the sea, and a rare trip to Selsey, home to people who can afford to leave Bognor. But why would you want to ?
Mrs RM was taken by her parents to Selsey as a child.
Goodness knows what she did there. Probably the Times crossword.
Selsey is the Frinton-on-Sea of the South. That’s a lazy comparator, but it’s not well pubbed and every shop on the High Street looks a future Micropub, once their days as pet shops and hardware stores are over.
If those don’t entertain you, stroll down to the beach.
Having passed a dozen potential future micros, the Crab Pot is so actual micro I walked past it twice.
What can I say without resorting to micro clichés.
High tables, three beers from the barrel, a guitar on the wall. You could be in Whitstable, except you won’t bump into Bob Geldof here.
“Recommend a beer”
“What do you normally drink”
To be fair, the Dorking pale was cool, crisp and superb (NBSS 3.5). Everything the beer on Wight wasn’t.
Then in came Graham (top).
A nod, a “usual please” and a bottle delivered to the table.
“Bavarian no alcohol” says Graham, who’s just here for the chat and to get his back in my photo.
If I ever finish the GBG I might take up non-alcoholic beers.