These pub crawl posts are always tough to begin, as you never know how long you’re going to need to do it justice , and when you’re going to get bored and just press “PUBLISH“.
I used to write 700 word posts you know. With paragraphs.
Incidentally, my wish for shorter blog posts was granted this week by Pubmeister, whose report on cask outlets in Carluke is the best thing I’ve read all year.
The dispensing machine had been removed from unmanned Shifnall and Codsall stations so I hadn’t got a ticket for the trip, and was worried about ending up in HMP Featherstone. Greenock will still come after me for that 10p when I cross the Scottish border again.
Luckily there was a man to flog me a ticket for the price of a pint in the Winking Frog, which thankfully hasn’t lost its second letter like that Pig in Muck. It had reputedly lost real ale (actually not) so the “cask or death” contingent gave it a wide berth.
I’d pre-emptively ticked the tourist sights in Shifnall that morning so the others didn’t have to, the nice lady in Katrina’s Gift Shop (“Katrina ?”) giving me a little map that was the envy of the group.
The pubs were mainly in the northern half of town, so our group missed out on some lovely Ludlow-esque timber,
and one of the great fonts in England.
But I guess 1.2 miles is enough for a group of old codgers to walk on a pub crawl, eh ?
Back to the map.
I confess I like a little more crawl and a little less pub.
Pub No.1 was an exhausting 2 minutes from the station.
I’m sure the Anvil was a GBG debutant a couple of years back, but closed suddenly a week before I got there. Black Country Ales have restored it to the Guide and I thought it was really well done.
I can even see a smile on Old Mudgie’s face, always a good sign. The young barman was about to chip in to our conversation on Simpkiss, much to Paul’s delight.
A pashmina mum and dad and daughter beat us off the train into the pub, and they clearly weren’t there for gourmet dining, though they might have succumbed to the pies.
I’m always a bit torn on Black Country’s pubs. Too many beers, the guests always suppressing turnover of their own beers, but welcoming and beer focussed.
The Pig on the Wall was NBSS 3+, which made it better than average.
A corking start.