Regular readers will know one my missions in retirement is to promote the unsung, the downtrodden, the obscure towns of England.
Step forward, Nuneaton.
But today’s GBG tick takes me a mile north of the station, to Weddington, which I confess I’d never heard of, and as a man I don’t like admitting to ignorance.
And across the little bridge over the River Anker, you’ll find Nuneaton’s latest effort to disabuse of the mistaken belief that the GBG is all micropubs, brewery taps and wisteria covered country pubs.
The Anker is the archetypal roadside M & B community pub that the Midlands specialises in.
A bit of Hi Vis, a bit of Old Boy (“Roast of the day, lads?”) , a bit of young lad nipping away from the workshop for a cheeky pint.
“Too ot innit?”
The whole pub revolves round Jake the lad.
My cheeky pint is Old Peculiar (NBSS 3+), because the GBG tells me it’s their specialty and I always go for the one called “Special”, “Manager’s Choice”, “Staff Pick” or “House Beer”.
It’s the perfect breakfast pint, except it’s nearly 13:00 by now, but you get the point.
Late enough for a basket meal, in fact, but I resist.
I finish my pint, a little too quickly, to the tune of “Baby Jane” and momentarily consider a campaign to get more naff period Rod Stewart played in pubs.
But then forget.