HANGING AROUND – WAPPING WRAPPED

Enough of the walking, give us a pub !” I hear you cry.

Here it is;

Bit of a beauty, and I can’t believe I haven’t been in the Prospect of Whitby before, having wandered round Wapping a few times.

Having set off from King’s Cross at 10.10 last Wednesday Google Maps had told me I’d be at the Prospect by 11.34.

At 11.15, having scoffed a Pigs in Blanket roll and stopped 327 times to annoy commuters by taking photos, I arrived in Wapping High Street.

Wow. This is the real London, tight to the water, away from the tourists and incredibly atmospheric.

Yes, it’s the famous Thames Beach, which half a mile west along the South Bank would be home to sand sculptures, but here just feels mildly edgy.

I thought about a coffee, I thought about a pint.

But it was probably A GOOD THING for my bladder that both the Town of Ramsgate and Sam’s Captain Kidd weren’t open yet.

Undeterred by our useless midday openings, some Spanish tourists had resorted to making their own entertainment.

At 11:45 I suddenly realised the Prospect of Whitby was a good few minutes east, and by the time I’d got there they’d opened up early anyway, bless them.

Another WOW moment, even though they allocated me the table near the bar rather than the one on the outside terrace with a view of Judge Jeffreys’ famous noose.

Any concerns that I’d be alone drinker hogging a table they wanted for diners disappeared as they greeted me as a long lost friend (perhaps I am), one of the best welcomes in a London pub since Greenwich last year.

My decision to kick off the day in Wapping was immediately vindicated as the manager received a call from Bury St Edmunds instructing them that all Greene King pubs must close at 3pm due to a terror alert which I later discovered was due to irate gym owners (or possibly pub tickers).

Simon and Garfunkel sang about “The Only Ticking Boy In East London” or however it goes, I drank a murky pint of Tiny Rebel that cost a fiver but I couldn’t begrudge them that,

and I left at 12:05 while staff were busy phoning to cancel booking for the afternoon and evening. And STILL they sounded cheery.

OK, one down, 21 to go. To the Tower…

24 thoughts on “HANGING AROUND – WAPPING WRAPPED

  1. I was quite puzzled by the noose. I had my whole day lined up trying to figure out what it was for and then you drop the Judge Jeffries tip. Interesting story. Nobody can question the educational value of this beer blogging. Prospect of Whitby is one of the prettier London pubs you have posted about.

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      1. I am not sure I have ever visited that part of London. I did notice in my reading the pub is one of the many Dickens is claimed to have visited. Everything traces back to Dylan or Dickens post 1840.

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  2. Super photos and the suspense how far will we get towards the 21. We wait with baited breath for the next round. I don’t know why but I’ve got Herge’s adventures of the Universe swimming in my head 🙂

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  3. As you know this is my manor while in London. We often walk there of a Sunday. Not keen on the Prospect – welcome notwithstanding -, but the Captain Kidd, pre price increase, was always good for a summer pint. I doubt if we’ll be so keen now.
    I agree it is a smashing part of London.

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    1. I’ve always seen the appeal of your bolthole here, though I sense the Beer Guide pubs here aren’t quite what they were.

      The Prospect is very “tourist Greene King”, reminded me of the pub on the Rotherhithe side of the river (Mayflower?).

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  4. We had a splendid pub crawl round Wapping with our Northern chums numbering about 12 a couple of years back -had a lovely cheap gin in the Sams pub -we had walked from St Katherines dock & the young folk in the group sorted out Ubers to get us back to hotel which was a result

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  5. Only one of my favourite pubs in London. I also can’t believe that you haven’t been there before 😉 Isn’t it superb and such a fantastically macabre history. I love that area of London, its shabby chic edging genteel decay….perfect combination. I even find the atmosphere is different…like you expect some piratical scoundrel to challenge you to a duel as he picks your pockets.

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  6. But why do they offer “a murky pint of Tiny Rebel” all the way from South Wales when there’s dozens of railway arch brewers just across the river in Bermondsey brewing all sorts of murk ?

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  7. “Here it is;”

    Which, of course, goes well with a well thought out blog title. 🙂

    “I arrived in Wapping High Street.”‘

    Did you have a half in all of the lettered stops shown on the map?

    “away from the tourists and incredibly atmospheric.”

    In the photo below, a nice juxtaposition between the weather beaten stones and the satellite dish in the top left.

    “But it was probably A GOOD THING for my bladder that both the Town of Ramsgate and Sam’s Captain Kidd weren’t open yet.”

    Ah. Forget my question above.

    “Another WOW moment, even though they allocated me the table near the bar rather than the one on the outside terrace with a view of Judge Jeffreys’ famous noose.”

    That was so you could see the pumps. 🙂

    “due to a terror alert which I later discovered was due to irate gym owners (or possibly pub tickers).”

    My money’s on the pub tickers.

    “And STILL they sounded cheery.”

    That might be because, according to their blurb in Pete Brown’s ‘The Pub’, the Prospect of Whitby claims to be London’s oldest surviving riverside pub.

    “OK, one down, 21 to go.”

    Yikes!

    Cheers

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    1. I’m equally amazed I haven’t been. I actually thought the Prospect was the Sam Smiths pubs and was a bit disappointed to realise it was Greene King. I do remember a proper East End pub (Courage) a few yards further east from there at least 15 years ago.

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  8. I remember having lunch there on a drizzly Monday with a friend. We walked from Greenwich via the Foot Tunnel, Isle of Dogs and Limehouse. We returned via Tower Bridge and the South bank to Greenwich. A number of pubs were closed but Dog & Bell in Deptford served a great pint and was bustling.

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