“So, was it worth it ?” says Clive, of my 4 hour trek up the A1 and restless night in a campervan surrounded by dogs and doggers in Cramlington.
Four hours to stand in the rain and queue for the Wetherspoons to open.
I wasn’t even first in line at 7.45, 3 lads buzzing about their Big Breakfast.
Lots of “Welcome back !”, “Can I sit anywhere?”, “No booze till 9 😭” and “Do you take CAMRA vouchers“.
It’s a lovely Spoons, designed for social distancing.
The chap reading his paper on the next table was probably in Durham rather than Northumbria.
Finally, 9am. Not a huge dash for the Smooth.
Not a huge cask selection (hurrah) so no guilt picking the £1.39 with voucher Doom Bar.
A proper Northern head. Should I have taken it back?
Don’t be soft.
Anyway, marvellous, NBSS 3.5 stuff. Gone in 6 minutes.
Now, where’s my pink pen ?