Two days into Tier 2, and I have a magnificent ZERO new GBG ticks. Whether anyone can beat that is another matter. Duncan isn’t allowed to leave his Paisley patch, and BRAPA is stuck in Tier 2 watching Westerns.
At the moment I’m otherwise occupied (details to follow), and though I have to pass through SIX counties on my travels this week not a single one of them will allow me a tick.
Mrs RM feels my angst and bought me an advent calendar. It’s the rail service Beeching didn’t cut.
I hope that pic cheers up Tom, but I know what Tier 3 Pub Men really want is to see Tier 2 Pub Men enjoying beer in pubs.
Stamford, Tonbridge, Youlgreave, Stockport. You’re all welcome.
Look how fast Mrs RM walks when there’s a pub door open. Reminds me of someone in Stafford.
The Sun has re-opened with reduced hours for now (Thr-Sun), as providing food and clearing away plates is a big extra job when there’s only Landlord and Landlady to cook and pour and enforce Covid rules.
The Sun has always offered food, but it’s the very definition of a wet-led pub that so terrified politicians and media poshos and they’ve stuck to the basics without taking the scotch egg ****.
We had the lounge to ourselves, and I confess I’d already sunk a Black Sheep before deciding on the stew off the £5 menu.
Honestly, if the beer is always as good as this the week pubs re-open they should Lockdown more often. A crisp, foamy pint (NBSS 4) that justified all the fuss I’ve lavished on Masham’s marvel.
The tasty grub** arrived to scare away the Covid. Stew, bangers and mash, and gammon. Just the right size, but I doubt I could eat it again in a different pub two hours later. Oh.
Andrew the Landlord brought me two more pints over, including a hoppy Turpin (another 4), and suddenly life seemed fairly wonderful. But Tier 1 would be even better, we agreed.
We’d left by 6. Actually, James had left at 5.50, charged with the important tasks of checking his grandparents’ telly was working (it never is) and procuring some chocolate.
“Has he sneaked out without paying again ?!” asked Andrew. One day that lad will buy me a pint (hopefully after he’s learnt to drive.
The Christmas deccies are up on the village green. They looked a bit wobbly as we left.
* Slightly drunk
** Tom Kerridge should do these at the Hand & Flowers in Marlow