One left in Totnes, and at last a pub I’d feel comfortable taking Stafford Paul in.
Despite the hanging baskets.
There must be some normal people in Totnes, I thought.
Sadly, they were all in the Seven Stars paying £4.35 a pint, and missing out on the traditional values of the Albert, whose custom comprised an Old Boy and me.
And a sleeping dog.
I’ll say trad. Mrs RM will say “old mans pub”. We’re both right.
For the second time in 20 minutes, I fell off my chair when asked for the price of a pint.
No, not quite that cheap, but the pub’s homebrew was more than a quid cheaper than in the Seven Stars, and perfectly quaffable.
Not the only pub named “Albert”, of course, but possibly the only one to celebrate the man who wrote this classic 1981 hit that Mark Crilley may remember.
And if nice people (in Totnes), cheap beer and floral views aren’t enough, this is your last chance to pick up a copy of the Spring Ullage.