You’re getting a lot of photos now that I’ve learnt how to take the Huawei mark off the bottom, and also because I know how much you love pictures of blokes in shorts at the bar.
And I was learning to love Teignmouth a bit as I walked back to town from Sheldon.
Floral but unfussy,
sand banks and sailing boats,
and some high class entertainment in some earthy pubs.
Next to the iconic Eign Brewery Inn is the premier ale pub in town.
That’s my take on the Blue Anchor, anyway.
I like the fact that the bar hits you as soon as you enter the door, a bit like the Waters Green Tavern in Macc.
Look right and you see bench seating, beer mats and a fish tank. All you need really.
It’s a bit sparse, a bit ’70s, and I know Mrs RM would say it has “a man’s touch”. Ouch.
Back at the bar, a group of mates are going “Oooh” and “Ahh” and asking the barman questions about defunct breweries.
I go for Half Bore because the bloke in front does. Cool, chewy, NBSS 3+.
At the bar, a chap returns from the funeral of someone everyone knows. I bet the Blue Anchor does a great wake.
Dick and Dave would love this little haven of peace and proper beer. At least until I put Kangaroo Airforce Ventilator on the jukebox.