Last time in Machynlleth (was it really 3 years ago), I raved about the Alternative Technology Centre and the chocolate ice cream.
Sadly, the ice cream has gone.
But it still feels like a town on its uppers, with lots of independent shops and a fair few day visitors from the Midlands.
And further afield. I eavesdropped on a trio of Americans, let’s call them Joan and Barb and Dick as those are sensible names, consulting a page of scribbled notes.
“Let’s do the White Horse, the real ale pub”
It was said the way you or I might say “Let’s do the Boar’s Head, the Mudgie pub“.
I thought for a second about recommending the Dyfi, but it’s best not to test friendships with the Yanks at the mo.
I took a nostalgic look, anyway.
Always something new to see in Mach, mostly odd. You’ll never get it confused with Hay-on-Wye.
I still beat the Americans into the White Lion, which looks almost rt 21st Century by Machynlleth standards with its Moretti signs and beer festival poster.
By a stroke of luck I arrived too early/late for their festival, possibly why it was packed on Monday. Not everyone was older than me.
Nice beer range. A local, a Cheshire and a Japanese beer.
The Stog Dark took some explaining to the barmaid. I pointed in the end.
A bit chilled, so I took my glass on a tour of old school photos. Mine from Cottenham ’81 looks exactly like this, except my hair was longer and there’s no hills in Fen Edge land.
A very nice drop of Stog (3+) was drinking well, the Windies were collapsing, “The Winner Takes It All” brought us back to 1980.
Which is all you can ask of Mach, to be honest.