To the bridge !
First stop here for a decade, and it was good to see the Friday evening daytrippers out in decent numbers, drawn by free parking and Holdens Bitter.
Not quite the honeypot of Bewdley or Bilston, but there’s little better than a stroll over the Iron Bridge.
And back again.
Takes, ooh, five minutes, and then you can go for tea.
Some absolute sods had booked for the Thai place (we NEVER book, except for beer), so we had to try and find a pub that would feed us.
It might source its beers from Marston’s rather than be a Marston’s house, but it has that Midlands casual pub grub feel down to a tee.
And a complex one way system that defeated Mrs RM more than once.
So much for a move to lighter dining (this was just before “beer gut gate“).
I can’t particularly recommend the stodge, though when you’re hungry you’ll forgive a lack of finesse.
But I CAN recommend the Black Sheep (for BBB fans) and the Backyard Shedhead, for crafties like Mrs RM.
It’s not the same outside a pub, is it ?
Pleasingly, the group outside were even more drunk than we were, which was quite an impressive achievement.
The last thing Mrs RM wanted after that was a long walk up a steep hill, so that’s what we did next.