6th January 2020
An underrated town, despite being home to the guy who invented gravity or someting.
A quiet Monday in Dryanuary is a good time to explore its charms.
I have no idea what the 1855 is but it may be a calling card from the Sleaford Town FC ultras.
OK, it’s no Stamford, or even Newark, but there’s some nice timber being used for proper reasons.
The new GBG entry is across the road from one of the most famous pubs in Britain.
To gain access to the Beehive you have to smear yourself in honey and climb the tree.
I must have walked past The Castlegate a dozen times over the years and thought “locals Fosters pub; if I ever stay in Grantham again that’d be a fun place to end the night“.
“Y’allright mate” says the bloke taking a fag break from the 50p.
“‘ I am well, Sir, I come to imbibe your cask conditioned ale “ I reply.
Never in a million years would I expect this to be in the Guide, and in Cambridge or York it never would be.
But some CAMRA branches will insist on putting pubs in the Good Beer Guide because they sell Good Beer, won’t they ?
Or perhaps the chocolate display is the key here.
No, it’s the beer. Just the one. Hoorah !
Lemmy was pointing at it, too. He’d never have asked for a taster.
A cool, foamy Milestone was NBSS 3/3.5. No, definitely a 3.5. Proper scratchings too.
Half a dozen lads in their twenties and thirties play pool and enjoy The Stones at a lively volume. It’s everything a micropub isn’t.
The Landlady, a gem, has to stand on a chair to reach the special crisps near Alice Cooper.
That’s all you need to know, really.