Hard to keep up with the blog now, as I’m managing at least one trip out a day and I still have 377 football programmes to analyse in painstaking detail for you.
It’s getting tougher by the day to find decent sized places that I’m not bored to tears by, but Stowmarket fits the bill nicely.
Then I remembered John Kimmich.
Unless you’re one of the 99% of my readers who ignore Beer Twitter you’ll remember the fuss about the Kimmich/Adnams collaboration being sold in the “soulless pit” of Spoons to craft beer peasants for £2.35 a pint (rip-off).
I had two pints of that beer for less than £2 a pint on the train back from Ipswich in 2014 and it was nectar.
Oddly, the Willow Tree never made the Guide. Why do people hate them ?
Despite being the proud owner of a Spoons (beating Ely, for instance), Stow feels a bit underpubbed. Nearly all the central pubs are marked on this extract.
But then you realise its population has trebled in size in 40 years, folk drawn by the arrival of John Peel and affordable housing near the A14.
You can walk the whole town and touch all 10 pubs in an hour, but of course you’re not allowed to touch anything anymore.
Here’s the highlights; solid but unspectacular but I suspect you’d give a lot to be in any of them RIGHT NOW.
Nothing stunning, but they all looked in decent shape, considering. The Museum of East Anglian Life is an essential visit for anyone who finds National Trust outbuilding exciting; I must go one of these days.
Sadly the shop selling PPE was closed,
but Subway had just re-opened, and McCarthy’s van was bringing joy to the market square with its trays of sourdough, strudel and cheesecakes. Baked products; another small step on the long road back to normality.
Suddenly Stowmarket looked rather lovely, and I took my meat feast sub and coffee to the grounds of St Peter & St Mary.
An old boy my Dad’s age was giving a young lady (in her 70s) his life story.
Escape from Clapton and the Smoke to Suffolk in ’41, stuck-up folk from Babergh, a bloke who always had his belly button on display, the Filipino boy who danced on graves, local churches which were a bit “clicky”.
After eleven (11) weeks without pubs, this joyous banter was almost as good as an afternoon in the Royal William, the best pub in Stow.
“2020 – The year I went heywire”. You can say that again.