As I slip ever further into old age and start hanging out with other Old Codgers on pub crawls, the main thing I notice is how dark it is.
Driving after 4pm is no fun, and I was glad to stop for the night at Market Drayton to start my Salopian quest for the year before the rush hour. Loggerheads on the A53 was blacker than death.
Drayton is, at least, well illuminated, and shines in the dark.
It’s a Joules town now, but it was the Salopian Star that shone back in 2016.
Now not only is it back it in the Guide, it also has the special retiredmartin “PULLING IT PROPERLY” award emblazoned on the timbers.
I think I’ve done the Tudor trail to death on previous blogs, so here’s the Star Wars display.
It’s only a few years ago that the town was a GBG-free zone. Now there’s five (5), in one of the Guide’s most compact crawls.
Three of them virtually in a row on Shropshire Street, even if those red markers above are a bit awry.
Newbie The William Chester looks a bit Cheshire shop conversion from outside.
The interior is an unexpected gem.
Dart board, giant Bass mirror,
comfortable wall seating,
cosy smoking area,
only one Gentleman allowed in the loo at any one time.
A fantastic conversion job, already more lived-in than some Joules houses, only slightly let down by an average Titanic Steerage (NBSS 2.5).
Half a dozen polite blokes on their afterword pint, a civilised session.
I wasn’t up for a session, with a crawl the next day, but you can’t come to Drayton and not gawp at the middle-class enclave known as the Joules Tap.
Nice head on the Winter Warmer. You know how I love Christmas beers in November.
It’s a gorgeous pub, just not very pubby, if you know what I mean. Paul will.
All the customers are aged 29-31, wear stylish pullovers, and hum along to The Caterpillar by The Cure. Except me.
I get an early night, and prepare for the surge to Shifnal.