Really stretching out these posts from the week before “Lockdown 2 : Only the Welsh may go to the Pub“.
With Doom Bar denied, I headed to the cluster of pubs in South Lynn nearest the football ground; bound to be a midday (or earlier) opener there.
I’ll be honest. I really should have explored the Lord Napier, as it’s now BOUND to be in GBG22, if there is one. That’s how life works for tickers.
Their new landlord had just posted these truths on his Facebook,
which rather endeared him to me.
But Facebook also showed Tim Taylor Landlord on the bar, and no Doom Bar barrels in the yard, so I rounded the corner to the Beer Guide entry I last visited before Colin the Cauliflower was a seedling.
Folks on the CAMRA forums say they’ve not been going to pubs because;
a) They’ll catch the ‘rona
b) There’s only six beers on and they want CHOICE
c) Masks, duh
d) Pub aren’t what they were
The Live & Let Live, murder scene tape, hand wash and check-in apart, hasn’t changed since my lone visit 25 odd years ago.
“‘ee’s off now” the first thing you hear as Old Boy 1 nips out for a fag, or to oil his mob, or take a call.
Coming and going is the mark of a Proper Pub. That and a highly proficient landlady who identifies you as a CAMRA and starts to reel off the ales before you sit down.
I rebel and order a perry, but it’s the end of the barrel so I get the Mild (Elgoods I guess) anyway.
At £2.80 it’s both bargain and bootiful*.
It’s before noon, but the pumps have clearly been turning for a while. The Black Dog is cool, rich and punches above it’s strength. NBSS 3.5.
Just the buzz of bar chat, and a clock striking 12:17 four times.
A real drinkers pub, and I wonder how it’s slipped in and out of the Guide over the years. It may be the pub of BRAPA dreams.
“Bob’s been stepping out with her. In shirtsleeves !“
I find that, by going to the loo and having to exit and re-enter the pub to finish my pint (by now up to NBSS 4), I can at least see the nooks and crannies of a minor classic.
I love that drawing of Lynn characters from before my birth. Doesn’t “Charlie” look like Neil Kinnock ?
Showing discipline beyond my years, I decline a second pint in the Live, and an Abbot in the Spoons, and catch the 12:44 back to Cambridge, stopping only to admire the outdoor urinal installed for a future BRAPA visit.
*Last Norfolk pub for a while so I can cut out the Norfolk accents now.