MORE Dereham ? you ask.
Well, it just gets better. If there were a league table of unheralded English market towns it would be at No.27, squeezed between Darlington and Dartford.
We TRIED to find something remarkable and new in the High Street,
but perhaps the £5 note dispenser is a shock too far.
So, with a takeaway curry ordered (never the same as a sit down, is it ?), we headed to the Cherry Tree.
You’ll remember this as the boozer that Kentish Paul and I assumed was a bit scary but turned out to be both charming and friendly.
We’d been in just before the November Lockdown, so it was only right we joined the Yoof of West Norfolk in the beer garden in the first week back.
Pubs with young people in are always great, even if they hog the tables with the heater. Mrs RM was cold. I was just old. In Dereham there’s a clear age division between the pubs;
Cherry Tree 18-24 and 65+
The Cock 25-55
My notes say “Placebo Prosecco“. That’s all. I think Mrs RM was complaining that she’d been given an unusual placebo instead of a Covid jab, or it may have been a discussion about a rare B-side to “Nancy Boy“. Who knows.
I’d noted a lone handpump, Encore by Lacons (NBSS 3.5), and was delighted to see it served in a Proper Glass.
“Oooh, that’s not bad is it ?”, said Charles, doing a two-fingered salute to the craft no doubt on offer if we’d asked, and I think you’ll see Charles was once again spot on.
We were told by Spice Fusion our delivery would take 45 minutes, but the driver was waiting for us at the campervan and I swear we weren’t in the Tree more than 20 minutes.
Just for Dave, we had Dhansak we always have because we’re boring.