Almost a Pixies song title.
Advice to young bloggers. If your pictures are really dull, just stick a picture of a pub cat at the top. Works every time.
Aptly, Martin was very dull.
Yes, never mind Chatteris and March, I’m out in the real Fens, even if it isn’t called that.
An hour from Metheringham station, though of course a Conservative government will be reversing all the Beeching cuts so expect an hourly service to Scopwick by 2025. Tom will confirm times.
Actually the Penny Farthing is in Timberland, which I’d been reading as Timberlake since the GBG came out and preparing a blog title based on Justin’s last album, called something like “Man of the Wood(hall Spa)s“. All wasted now.
Anyhows, Timberland looks to Martin for its “entertainment“.
And the Penny Farthing serves as the pub for both villages, so just as well it’s not a gastropub or unwelcoming micro, then.
You can trust pubs with ornamental snails and Halloween stuff up a week after the event.
And you can trust a pub where the bloke reading a paper at the bar is wearing a West Ham shirt from 1975. Possibly snatched off Pat (New) Holland. Terrible joke, sorry.
The gentlefolk were leaving at the end of the lunch session. I bet the food was good, it’s often far better than the beer in rural Lincs.
Luckily (discuss), there was only one beer on. A good one.
Lovely welcome, a beer I can only describe as, er, rich and ruby (NBSS 3+), and of course the Scissor Sisters, the punk band who hail from nearby Sleaford.
Nice pub. Even had a copy of the local CAMRA magazine and this no doubt ancient tapestry showing 16th century micropubs.
Resist them, Lincolnshire. Resist !