What a month August was, as you can see from my route map above.
BRAPA spent the ENTIRE month draining Surrey, and Pubmeister went to Estonia to chase craft moths in football kits. I made it into the Daily Mail. Mum would have been proud.
Sadly, she wasn’t very well that day (quite a bit better now, thanks), but Dad joined me 3 times for the Rishi half-price deals, meaning he managed at least 87 proper meals a week, 2 more than me.
I used the Rishi (well, the children’s) largesse 18 times in August, which meant that small independents like McDonalds, Costa and Spoons were kept afloat till September at least. #SavingPubs
Well, it was great to see folk of all ages back in pubs, even if they were only eating burgers and coke.
But will they go back on a wet Tuesday in September for Doom Bar and scratchings ? Will they heck.
But on occasion in the South-West I felt like a plague carrier, chided for attempting to enter pubs that wanted me to remain outdoors.
Still, managed 79 pub visits in August, including 43 new GBG ticks. And I STILL felt jealous of BRAPA’s achievements.
And it was good to make a first visit to Manchester for 5 months, though sadly the centre looked a bit forlorn.
PUB OF THE MONTH – Hare & Hounds, Harlton
It was the rapport between Tom the Landlord and the gentlefolk villagers that gave me one of those great pub “moments”, but the pie and Nene Valley wasn’t bad either.
BEER OF THE MONTH – 6X, Golden Lion, Helperby
Only fair after I’d sworn at it, twice, for being unexpectedly closed. So good I told him.
He had Doom Bar on next, another beer that delighted in the month. If I keep this up through September you’ll be converted by Christmas.