BASS FISHING AT DRAKELANDS MINE

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Here I go, reeling you in with cuddly fish and promises of Bass again.

This next one is a real curate’s egg, in this case the curate of Plympton, my base for the exploration of the Miners Arms in Hemerdon.

Take a look at the expanse of nothingness below Drakelands Mine (Wolf Minerals); that’s where they’re hiding the copies of the GBG 20 ahead of delayed posting this September.

Miners Arms

So here we have a Dartmoor destination pub of solid stone,

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Welcome to our paddock

bucolic views,

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Ooooh, what’s that glass

classic ’70s furnishings,

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Heritage

and plenty of irreverent drinkers at the bar enjoying those hooks on which to hand your Official BRAPA man bag.

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And of course our friend Simon.

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Orange is the new red

Anyway, back to the bar.  One other ale drinker, and he wasn’t drinking Bass, but I had to.

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Barmaid checking which one is Bass

Devon has a rich history of Bass drinking, as we’re shortly to discover.

In it’s own glass, out in the paddock amongst the chompers and pashminas, I reckoned I’d found a little slice of heaven.

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Go away, Huawei

But the first sip was a touch disappointing, and a scummy head rapidly descended into drabness.

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Good
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Bad

You might think that’s a subtle difference, it really isn’t.  More drone shots of the heads on beers are needed.

Anyway, desperately disappointing, doubly for it being Bass.

They’d kindly provided a drain.

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Don’t look down

Oh, sorry, that was actually the well wherein lie the remains of the last ticker to take a pint back.  I cut my losses and walked back to Plympton.

 

8 thoughts on “BASS FISHING AT DRAKELANDS MINE

  1. So now I have to add a Drainability column to the spreadsheet. From your experience, and my walking trip to North Devon last year, cask quality seems very variable in Devon. Wonder if cask is now a poor third behind old school keg and cider. Even more of a problem if a pub goes for three or four casks.

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  2. What did we call orange before we had oranges?

    I’ve got scarlet pimpernels – weeds – growing all over the place. I’d call the flowers orange.

    So, it’s the old red, then…

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  3. I’m sure it’s never a pleasure to have to dump the remains of a pint, but it must be especially disappointing for you when it’s a pint of Bass. I imagine you’ve developed a special invocation you can utter to the gods of Burton-upon-Trent in such situations, assuring you’ll be forgiven. 😉

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    1. Bass goes back a long way in Devon, and has a fair few devotees (probably not tourists).

      A landlord bear St Austell told me there was a covenant on the pub that requires him to always sell Bass 🙄

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