NO WILTING IN WILTS

These little posts are brought to you courtesy of the superior WiFi of the Brooklyn Hotel on 1199 Atlantic Avenue. So fast it’s typing up the next post as I write this one.

You left me walking back into Bradford-on-Avon towards my final Wilts tick, admiring the skyline and the stonework.

I had 12 minutes till the Stumble opened, it being a micro and all, so on a whim I headed uphill for the Rising Sun.

Note the hill. It gives great view, as Yankees say.

There’s a moment in everyone’s personal journey round a UK town you didn’t “get” when it suddenly “makes sense‘.

With Rhyl it was the sunset, with Mansfield it’s the relentless espresso culture, in B-O-A it was the vertiginous Conigre Hill.

I made the Rising Sun in a state of euphoria, having beaten Google Maps estimated time by 40%. #EasilyPleased.

This was one I didn’t warm to when it was in the Guide, feeling a bit cliquey (or clicky as they say on Trip Advisor).

Why had it dropped out the Guide? No idea, it looked a lifer.

But this time it was quieter, and friendlier.

“A half! You’ve walked all this way up the hill for a half!”

Said Guinness man.

No idea what they are

Less ale choice (hurrah), less ale being drunk, but the Courage was back to GBG standard, I’ll say that.

Lovely pub, all of a sudden.

I decked my half in 27. 5 seconds (not BRAPA approved) took my glass back to the bar, and got a nod of acknowledgement somewhere between “Something we said?” and “Fare thee well stranger”.

Then bumbled down Conigre Hill to the Stumble, which at 7pm was finally awake.

9 thoughts on “NO WILTING IN WILTS

  1. You may be enjoying New York, but it sure is not as picturesque as these pictures of Wiltshire. Another 27 5 and you could have had a full pint.

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  2. Did you know, that the art of topiary was almost extinguished in seventeenth-century Britain, by no more than a single, scathingly ironic poem, written on it by one Alexander Pope?

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  3. “These little posts are brought to you courtesy of the superior WiFi of the Brooklyn Hotel on 1199 Atlantic Avenue.”
    Blimey. Are you really in NYC?
    (or at least nearby) 😉
    “It gives great view, as Yankees say.”
    I believe the word is ‘bucolic’.
    “having beaten Google Maps estimated time by 40%”
    It’s the little things that really make one’s day at times. (and no, I’m not taking the p*ss)
    “Said Guinness man.”
    Did you tell him that’s all you need to compensate for the calories burned?
    “less ale being drunk”
    Makes sense. The less ale you drink, the less drunk one is.
    “Then bumbled down Conigre Hill to the Stumble”
    Should’ve said stumbed down to the Stumble. 🙂
    Cheers

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  4. Always drink a pint and for years have been averaging about 30 minutes (maybe even the 27.5?) for each. In that time I would probably have drunk three halves, spent more, and wasted time with two extra trips to the bar (the exception would be a last half before going for a train or bus). In any case I have had so many beers that started well but got worse in the glass that I don’t think you can really appreciate the beer on less than a pint so wouldn’t feel able to give the pub more than a half-tick, at least under my rules.

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    1. Ian,
      I couldn’t agree more.
      With halves twice as often the glass is nearly empty and refilled and so more than intended might be drunk over the lunchtime, or evening.
      And we can’t “really appreciate the beer on less than a pint” or as I recently commented “I don’t think beer can be properly tasted in measures of less than a pint”.

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