You have to be careful with old signs and sayings on the walls of your pub, of course, but this one at Thorpe Hesley looks OK.
The joke didn’t quite justify the 32 minute trip from Parkgate, but a ticks a tick.
Not sure what I can tell you about Thorpe Hesley. Middling old mining village of Waterbeach, inevitable Wesley link, lots of new housing and this telling stat;
There is no post office, one petrol station and four public houses.
Used to be the Mason’s in the GBG, now we get the Red Lion.
IPA, Boltmaker and Farmer’s ? Mainly Moretti, actually.
Bit smart, good mixed crowd, but a return to the Taylor’s that tastes like cold tea.
I gave my half a bit of space to breathe in the lovely garden, where a lover’s tiff was about to start. Good blog material, but I’m no voyeur (am I ?).
Luckily, the Red Lion had make excellent provision for those needing to make a quick getaway…