Just back from 2 days pubbing on the west coast of Scotland with Pubmeister, who has the cleanest house in Paisley (it says on my crib notes).
Loads of posts to catch up with starting with the one that isn’t quite the Square & Compasses.
But the King’s Arms was still heaving on a sunny Summer Sunday.
In many parts of the country this Langton lovely would be the star attraction; here it plays 3rd fiddle to the Square and, of course, Corfe Castle’s Royal British Legion.
But the King’s works for me as pub.
Two rooms show sports; one the City v Liverpool match and the other (with the Liverpool scarves) the F1. Try sticking Sky in the Square & Compass and see how far you get.
It’s a warren of flagstone floors, bare legs, and large beetles (not Ringo).
Those of you who know me will guess which beer I went for.
Yes, the shy little Ringwood on the end, left in the loving care of Marston’s these days.
It was OK. Next time have the Oakham and stop being so pretentious. Even a little trip to the garden couldn’t edge it to the magical 3.
So no wonder I look a bit grumpy in this otherwise staggering selfie.