A dull photo to end Northamptonshire for another year, but don’t be fooled.
Plain, bustling, welcoming village pubs are a Northants specialty, just like the golden stone that makes this county the Cotswolds without t**ts.
West Haddon is best known for its mower shop and as the home of Marcia Falkender of Lavender List fame.
For five points, what is the connection between Marcia and Bolton Lads Club ?
The Crown is my first ever pub in West Haddon, though the Pytchley looks very familiar. Caravan site doen the road or an £85 room with Pytchley mushrooms, your choice.
Mrs Pytchley would have been a bit miffed we were walking past the posh pub in favour of the plain looking one.
A long, sparsely decorated room roaring with life.
And showing City’s game at Newcastle, unfortunately.
The young barman was about to get the biggest challenge of his life.
“What would you like mate ?“
“What do you like ?”
“Anything. You choose”
Now, beer twitter is fairly condemning of this behaviour in the past, but is it any different to me asking for the staff curry in an Indian restaurant. Of course not.
So I got the seasonal from Towcester, a dark, rich, foamy masterpiece (NBSS 4).
It’s always nice to finish a county with a beer that makes you go “Wow, THIS is what real ale is all about”, even if you’re talking to yourself.
But beyond that, it’s great to be in a proper village pub where folk can do the crossword, discuss the carnival (something like the Wicker Man I guess) or watch Jamie Carragher attempt to analyse the City defence.
And lo, another one bites the dust.