I don’t like to moan, I really don’t.
I’d NEVER lie to you about beer quality, that’s sacrosanct, but I’ll always look for the good in people and pubs. “While not to everyone’s tastes, the high tables and uniformed staff selling out-of-date beer (NBSS 0.5) have certainly found an enthusiastic audience with the Bournemouth pashminas“, I will write.
But taking Mrs RM on tour means a more blunt approach. “Write “they were ******* rude” or I’ll kill you“, she warns.
Look away now, those of a Pollyanna persuasion (sounds like a late ’80s fey pop supergroup).
Actually, we were in a genteel mood after the Masonic Arms and a walk along the east west coast of Kirkcudbright’s St Mary’s Isle that never quite allowed us to dip our toes in the Dee.
Yes, that’s her in the distance, pressing on while I admired the rhododendrons that lit up the coast.
And she may have beat me into the Selkirk Arms while I admired the pastel colours of Castle Street.
Yes, it’s gorgeous. Look rather “coastal pubby” doesn’t it ?
And we entered the “wee bar” at 16:25 to find a typical small hotel bar that looked inviting.
Except that’s the picture from their website. We were greeted by tables with signs on them, and a sense we were intruding.
“Hello, can we get a quick drink please ?” Always best to say “quick” to emphasis you’re not a malingerer.
“Umm, OK. But for future reference our bar is closed at 4pm for NON residents. Our guest don’t like non-residents taking the tables when they return“.
The bar was completely empty, of course, and there was no mention of this at the door or one their Facebook page proclaiming “ALWAYS OPEN” (always a lie).
“Thanks for serving us. We’ll be quick and, er, we’ve come from Cambridge* “
“That’s up to you“.
Mrs RM took a seat, like you’re supposed to.
“Don’t sit down there. I’ve just sanitised those tables“.
We scampered off to the (lovely) garden and awaited further instructions.
Well, I did. Mrs RM obviously followed the one way system and ended up in the bar.
I’d love to tell you the Sulwath (top) redeemed it all but of course this is Scottish beer and it didn’t (NBSS 2), and I’d love to tell you I didn’t enjoy it but of course I did, because I love rules and watching people break them unintentionally.
*I don’t know why I said that. Perhaps I thought Nicola’s ban on Mancunians had spread across the Pennines.