Life has slowed to a crawl here. I’ll be constructing a blogpost about Mrs RM’s dentistry next, and last night I “saved up” my days highlight – taking the green bin out.
Life moves faster in my mystery pub;
Public urination ? Has BRAPA been here ? Well yes, I drove him to the town*, losing a shoot-out with Megan (not that one) for Simon’s favour, but this pub had long since dropped out of the Guide. I think he’d have loved it;
Where’s this place ?
Some of you will put the aerial view into one of those fancy internet engines or try to make out the letters in the top north-east corner, I guess.
While purists will note that the area above celebrates a famous Richard‘s 81* against Glamorgan in 1959. A famous Derek is commemorated nearby.
Famously the town once had TOO many pubs and had to become quite creative with names, but our mystery boozer has a solid moniker, albeit one to strike fear in the heart of Mrs RM, who you can (probably) see being stared at in the top photo.
Blokes wearing caps indoors, bench seating, pewter on the shelves, Bombardier on the bar, Beyonce on the jukebox.
Oh, and babes in arms and suited gentlefolk. A Proper Pub.
The bear ? It’s the only reason you come here.
*BRAPA might struggle to get here by train as the railway station has a different name to the one on the Navigator.