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An hour between trains in “corking” Colwyn Bay.

Enough time for three pubs, but was there enough material for three posts ?  We shall find out together.

But first, a flat white or three in one of Tim’s best coffee houses.

Last time here with my Dad in 2015 I was being followed round the country by Elton John on his 7th Farewell Tour.  The Picture House was our breakfast stop before visiting National Trust gardens, which is something that’s not quite as dreadful as it sounds.

If you want to know why Gentlefolk often regard Spoons so highly when us Pub bores despise them, visit Colwyn Bay or Portishead. Clean, cheap, ornate.  They care not about your cask.

I wouldn’t have got Dad in the Bay Hop, mainly because it doesn’t open at 8am for Eggs Benedict and flat whites.

But at least when I arrived at 15.30 the door was open.

After all that Tap House fakery lately, we’re talking Proper Micro here.

Of course, it wasn’t really open yet, the Guvnor was setting up. Micropubs don’t open till 4pm on Sundays, if at all, as no-one wants to drink at lunchtime anymore.

I thanked him for serving me early, and pretended to show an interest in the beer list before just picking the only cask one with the word “Craft” in it.  That’s what you’re supposed to do, isn’t it ?

The young owner told me it would get busy when the whole of new Colwyn came in for the group dogwalk.  I looked sceptical, but he turned out to be right.  Enterprising chap.

Then he left me to sit outside while I helped myself to the Pickled Onion Monster Munchi,which were in slightly more sparkling condition than the Snowdon, if honest.

Complimentary bar snacks are fine, but I’d rather have had someone to chat to.

At 3.59pm, the dog walkers turned up, and you know how I feel about that.  Time to beat a retreat.