What happened in July ?
It was great. Wasn’t it ?
Going to the pub with your mates, with only the hassle of writing “M. Mouse Tel. Pennsylvania 6-500” on a grubby slip of paper, discussing plans to knock down 5G masts.
Hmmm. CAMRA members took a look at the new pubs, moaned about Covid restrictions, and decided they’d rather stay at home sipping from cans in their underpants, thank you. Pub Curmudgeon noted that, too (here).
Certainly the days of popping in for a quick half had long gone.
And “Alcohol” had replaced Baylis & Harding as the hand lotion of choice.
Beer quality was stunning for a week or two, helped by Saint Rishi, the Saviour of Cask (or something).
Spoons, loathe them or lick them (if you’re CAMRA), were the unexpected stars of the Return of Pubs, with CAMRA discounts honoured, detritus cleared, and exemplary Doom Bar.
Talking of cheap beer, the most enjoyable pint was £2.40 worth of Theakston Best enjoyed in the sun outside the still wonderful (if no longer GBG) Three Horse Shoes in Boroughbridge.
Of course, not ALL beer was dirt cheap. The Landlord price differential remained in Dereham.
Cheap prices brought back the young, who were apparently immune from Covid. In Dereham Spoons, hitherto an informal care facility for the over-70s, the average customer age dropped by 37 years overnight.
It would take more than clean, safe pubs and cheap pints to bring back the gentlefolk. Luckily, Rishi had a cunning plan…
Young people took over whole pubs in mining villages like Hawthorn, to the delight of jaded locals.
My Mrs RM’s campervan took me on a tour of the beautiful North-East, taking in sunsets in Seaham, brutalism in Peterlee, and cliff faces at gorgeous Nose’s Point, accompanied by my new travelling companion.
Plus some equally gorgeous Shropshire with Mrs RM in Ellesmere and Ironbridge;
Closer to home, we paid a few trips to local villages. Witcham won the “Best Phone Box ” award.
And I discovered the ultra-messy Tandoori burger at Brew Dog, Cambridge.
Unfortunately I’d just started a diet and had the broccoli salad. It was my worst decision of the month.