Yes, a veritable flood of posts now that I have internet. The Ultimate Premier Inn WiFi is ultimately little better than the free version, mind.
Next up was a pub that’s been bugging me for literally decades since it became the first cooperative in 2003.
Prince Charles paid an early visit, rather more successful than his mum’s trip to Topsham in 1998 when the pork scratchings ran out. If he blogged about his pubbing I missed it.
Isolated on the map, Hesket Newmarket reminds me of isolated Devonian villages like Zeal.
Note the 14th century mural prophesying the arrival of BRAPA in 2020.
There’s two ways these community pubs can go. Amuse bouche or amusing boozer.
Well done, Crown.
It’s a tiny place with a cosy bar and a local legend holding court in the corner. I squash in at the table next to a family feeding their dog chips. Not triple cooked ones, either.
It’s a charming, chatty place. Will the legendary homebrew let it down?
No. Doris may be 90 but she still brews a rich, complex ale. Or something.
The local legend demanded 50p for the seats he was guarding for his mates. I should try that on our Proper Pub days out.
“I want the doctor banned” he said to the Landlady. “Everytime he comes in I’m sat here drinking” .
I sense he says that every day.