28th December 2019
Some of our friends take exotic holidays over Christmas to places like Florida, Tenerife and Tunbridge Wells.
Mrs RM wanted to go to Preston.
Not, it transpires, to see whether the John Smiths in the Market Tap is as good as I said, but to look at actual houses in actual streets to live in.
Don’t worry, Matthew. We won’t be terrorising you yet. Mrs RM wanted to spend a couple of nights in the centre to see if it became full of ne’er do wells and gangsta rappers after dark.
Only Green Devil drinkers to worry about, apparently.
We dumped our bags in the Premier Inn, explored the area around Avenham Park, saw some interesting properties a third of Cambridge prices, and then retired to Plug & Taps.
This is the one I visited a week before it made the new Beer Guide, impressed with the beer and the Paul Raynor photos.
Mrs RM wasn’t interested in going upstairs for a pee and some PNE, so I got her an 8% Cloudwater DIPA
As with Matthew, I only had eyes for the Green Devil, which was almost approaching the standards of a certain purveyor of autovac loveliness you may remember from Mussleburgh (NBSS 3.5/4).
A cheery place with a helpful Landlord who found me a decent German non-alcoholic Pils the next morning when we ambushed Matthew on his Green Devil Day.
Then we walked the 5 minutes to the station, and after that it all went a bit awry.