Almost a Morrissey lyric as we cross the famous border separating North-West and North-East Wales, the subject of ferocious battle between Abercolwyn and Vale of Clwyd CAMRA branches over many years.
An abandoned tin of Wrexham lager at Ty’n-y-Llyn marks the border.
I’ve already lost some of my subscribers this week with a succession of microposts.
“Enough of the craft already” writes reader Dave “US” Southworth. Patience, Dave.
Whizzing round pubs isn’t my preferred way of ticking, but I did bring you a full review of Rhyl street art in the summer, so I don’t feel too guilty.
It’s an effort to find entertainment in micros, but the Dove makes a real effort with its “Christmas hat on a stick in a pail“. Beats jam jars anyday.
Another of those pubs fun by Dovecote, giving Duncan the chance to practice his pronunciation again (Docket).
He’s asked me to clarify I pushed him into his selection of a flight in all these pubs. “Only a complete fool would try to complete the Beer Guide on pints” he said.
Half a mile from the beach, it’s very Rhyl, and I don’t mean that as praise or criticism. It was pubby without being beery, if you know what I mean.
But you came for the loo, and it’s a cracker. Steptoe would be proud.
I didn’t inspect the ladies. Sorry.