BASS AT THE ST. JOHN. WORTH THE WALK

Next up the highlight of the trip, after some bloke called The Wickingman said “Did you have the Bass at St John ?” this Summer.

Isolated Cornish pub, Draught Bass stronghold, 2pm opener so wet-led, where has it been all my life.

Down tiny lanes you don’t want to drive, that’s where.

DO NOT DRIVE !

Baa Baa Toure looked worried, and he was being given a lift. Mrs RM complimented me on walking down the hill. I made a note of that.

How do their nerves stand it ? We had to jump into hedges at 30 second interval, though I suspect we fared better than this fella.

Odd little place, St. John.

The volume of traffic had me thinking the eponymous pub would be packed,

But it was just us. Perhaps it’s a rat run (!) to HMS Raleigh.

Anyway, wow.

We were shown to our table, from which I could see The Only Choice.

Sadly, it was The Only Choice for Mrs RM, as I’d offered to be DES today, but that lone swig confirmed this was legendary Bass of the cool, crisp, tight head variety (See also : Swan at Milton, Derbys and Black Lion in L. Buzzard).

The lovely landlord was an escapee from the Wirral; I should have asked him about The Magazine but instead we talked Covid precautions, Londoners on holiday and how nice the local CAMRAs were.

On the way back up (1:11) Mrs RM seemed less sure of my decision to walk. An old lady in a Corsa said “You haven’t REALLY walked up that hill have you !”, and that seemed to justify the decision in her mind. Funny thing, psychology.

9 thoughts on “BASS AT THE ST. JOHN. WORTH THE WALK

  1. Those lanes remind me of all the car rental staff who encourage me to upgrade my car to a full size. What would they be thinking?

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  2. Wow, that looks like a glorious one. I wouldn’t have thought a raspberry red floor would be a good thing, but dadgummit, they’ve made it work!

    I love that your connoiseur-ship of Bass is so advanced, you can take a sip, and immediately name the other pubs that this particular pint of Bass resembles. 🙂

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    1. It’s only because I drink so many pints of Bass that I can tell with a single sip, Mark ;-0. It’s texture and temperature as much as anything.

      NB “dadgummit” – Is that a Mark word ?

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      1. “NB “dadgummit” – Is that a Mark word ?”

        Nope. US euphemism for ‘goddamit’. Invented by a dyslexic person, or so they say. 😉

        Yosemite Sam was famous for uttering ‘dagnabbit’, probably since he was usually cussing about Bugs Bunny. 🙂

        Cheers

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  3. “Down tiny lanes you don’t want to drive, that’s where.”

    And surrounded by sewage works by the looks of it.

    “DO NOT DRIVE !”

    Social distancing! 🙂

    “How do their nerves stand it ?”

    Good lord! Did a few somewhat similar (driving) with some cousins in Wales back in the early 80’s. Scared me witless.

    “But it was just us. ”

    Blimey!

    “We were shown to our table, from which I could see The Only Choice.”

    (hums, ‘I Only Have Eyes for You).

    Oh, and proper pub that.

    “Sadly, it was The Only Choice for Mrs RM, as I’d offered to be DES today,”

    Ouch!

    “On the way back up (1:11) ”

    I was going to say the pub didn’t open till 2pm but realised you were talking grade ratio. 😉

    Cheers

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  4. Had to do a spot of hedge-jumping and verge-hopping myself, whilst walking back to Aylesford station, last Friday. The cars were coming at me much quicker than they would have been down that narrow country lane, but in both cases no thought or consideration is ever given to pedestrians!

    A smashing looking pub, by the look of it, and well worth nearly getting yourselves squashed for, although a single swig of top notch Bass must have been purgatory. It was Dickens who said that beer can’t be tasted in a sip, and he was obviously right.

    Perhaps you could persuade Mrs RM to drive you next time, or is that pushing your luck a bit too far?

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