All good things come to an end in a sleepy village which Russ will find something to snigger at, and so it was that my Hampshire GBG20 escapades came to an end in Botley.
Wherever that is.
Described as the “most delightful village in the UK” by one William Cobbett, who was named after a GBG entry in Farnham.
It’s pretty enough, but Mrs RM failed to share my enthusiasm to explore, possibly due to an anxiousness the unexpected closure of the “facilities”.
My own anxiousness was to begin a second after finding the alley to the Cracklerock Brewery Tap.
Sorry ? Sorry ? Haven’t they heard of last tick in a county stress.
“I’m not going anywhere !” I said to Mrs RM, whose distress levels rose.
She nipped round the back of the building, considering setting off a fire alarm to cause an evacuation.
Instead we asked the locals coming to the entrance to join the loo queue for an appraisal of our chances of ever getting in.
They weren’t good, with my whine that “I’ve come from Cambridge !” pitiful. Even my CAMRA gold card was of no use.
So we joined the queue for a takeout.
The guvnor was a star, apologetic that he was full (!), he might even have given me a taster while I waited for 4 pints of something 6.2% and gorgeous that Mrs RM had for breakfast on the Sunday. I breathed a sigh of relief.
The busiest bar in Botley ? Probably. Let’s hope it’s as busy when BRAPA tries to get here in 2022.