More random highlights from unsung Britain.
I assume Oswestry is unsung; perhaps it has a fan club in American Samoa (11 blog views this year, one more than Vietnam).
What can Oz, as the kidz call it, offer the American (Samoan) visitor ?
Well, no stops here since Beeching, but Thomas and Henry live here.
Oddly, it’s the street art that really sets Oswestry apart;
Affordable housing continues to be an issue, with some taking matters into their own hands.
Only 17,105 souls, less than Newmarket though it feels a lot bigger. A castle, black and white gems, and a chance of Bass in the Oak.
Quite a few dotted around the main square.
If you visit one pub when Life returns, make it the Bailey Head, a classic, classy community pub whose Landlord makes some of the more sensible contributions on CAMRA Discourse.
Some of the best beer and pub grub I had in 2018, at bargain prices.
Not the only cheap beer in town to tempt Stafford Paul, mind.
The elevation of the Plough to the Guide last year proved CAMRA branches DO go in basic boozers and taste the Doom Bar occasionally. A pub where it felt like the 4pm Golden Hour at 1.30.
Two years ago the Spoons was also competing to bring the price of a pint of Coach House down to a pound a pint. Sadly, even with your treasured discount, it was £1.05.
Shame there’s no train service; I reckon Stafford Paul would sniff out some proper BBB here to accompany the Elderflower.
Of course, you can’t come to Oswestry and not visit Offa’s Dyke country.
Across the border in the unpronounceable lands you get beams,
and remote pubs like the Wynnstay at Llansilin,
where in 2016 I asked the immortal question;
“Can I take a photo of your Prosecco Batman ?”
I’m not sure BRAPA or I will ever forget that barrel of York Guzzler.