Bewdley is a wonderful town, especially when the Spoons hotel is £39 a night (“How much ?” says Paul). The new Travelodge seems to be a work-in-progress;
It was still recovering from last month’s floods, and combined with the virus and a drab day was the quietest I’ve even seen it.
And that includes the night the Southworths came to town and scared the locals off.
Two new Guide pubs in Bewdley, but one of them is the eponymous Brewery Tap, so I was keen to get that done.
It’s a pleasant, homely little attachment to the brewery, with half a dozen regulars and a shrine to Ansells.
I had my protective glove on, opened the door with a tissue, and stood a metre away from the bar. I felt a right prat, but at least I was making the effort.
The free rolls and pies on the bar, always a nice touch, seemed risky now.
Luckily there was a seat 2 metres from everyone else.
The Worcestershire Way was the best I’ve had, a cool and silky 3.5+, and (once again) the welcome was as good as you’d hope.
“Cheers mate. Nice to have you” and I knew he meant it. Every £3 matters.
My heart wasn’t in it though, and I felt a bit sad about what Bewdley Brewery and the rest of the town’s fine pubs were almost inevitably about to face.
And their posh Italian restaurants and “cheap & cheerful” shop, come to that.
I didn’t realise the Black Country Real Ale Tavern was a new pub conversion.
Wonder what it used to be ?
Very classy, very quiet. A bit like their newish place we visited in Shifnal recently.
Far too many beers on, as usual. Why have Wainwright in a brewery-owned pub?
I took a look at the enormous beer board, counted out the silver coins I’d washed that morning, and found what can only be described as “posh bench seating” to enjoy “Baby Love” with my beer. As it were.
My usual Pig On The Wall was decent enough, the folk who were in were cheery and discussing their future foreign holidays (Oh), and I immediately admired Black Country for providing some competition to the Batham’s stranglehold (only sort of joking).
It all felt a bit calm before the storm, and I felt a little sad if I’m honest.
Then the barman wandered over and very politely asked for the 5p I’d shortchanged him on my half, and that cheered me up immediately. Inexplicable but true.