That pic of the Prospect of Whitby is what we call clickbait.
Some of you will think “Ah, Goths and the Magpie“, others will know it as “that Wapping pub by the Thames I always assumed was a Sam Smiths“.
I took it in the New Inn, Yarm’s new micro.
I popped in, pre-emptively, after a surprisingly attractive saunter along another riverside, under the arches over the Tees.
What a gorgeous little town, QR codes apart.
It was great to see pubs busy, and restaurants coming back to life.
I was charmed to see the memorial to Tom Brown who had defeated the Kronenbourg-drinking French single-handed in 1743.
Tom survived the French bullets but dies within 2 years of running a pub in Yarm, mainly because of his short pints.
The New Inn is so new an inn it had only been open a month when it closed,
WhatPub gushes about “this truly micro micro, where rubbing shoulders with your fellow drinkers becomes almost natural“. Oh.
Just the one couple and me and it was already half full. Many bigger micros wouldn’t have bothered.
But then I’d have been denied some great company and a taste of the beer of the month,
“If I had to pick a beer that wasn’t Bass or plum Porter as my favourite, then Sunshine would be it.” I once said. It’s still true.