Yes, I used a title like that last year. But that was Aberystwyth. And this isn’t.
Last time here I was actually just over the bridge in Llanfoist, bemoaning the lack of new entries in Abergavenny.
Now I’m back, killing an hour before Y Cantreff (“Begone BRAPA”) opens at an irritating 12.30 (why?).
There’s two standouts, on either side of the road into town. Don’t confuse your Station with your Railway or you’ll miss your Bass.
Aber is undergoing a bit of High Street revitalisation, or whatever their excuse is for digging up the town.
Luckily the Spoons is unscathed, and serves me a lovely authentic lamb cawl on a proper plate.
Back at Y Cantreff (“Dogs running, watch out”), I spot something that might come in useful later.
It’s a pleasant mix of flagstones and flowers and unpretentious dining.
But mainly dogs running about under your feet and arguing with each other.
Not too many beers, thankfully.
But even the Grey Trees, a lovely beer, can’t quite cut it and has a definite “first out the barrel” feel.
So I follow our canine friends out of Y Cantreff (“Stick to the Butty”) and watch a procession of tradesmen in shorts march in for their Peroni.
To be honest, those plants are lovely, undeserving of NBSS 2.5 beer, and the drain is just as good.
Nay, and thrice nay.