Looking back at these photos from the Kendal trip, something struck me hard. Why do they peter out in Preston.
Also, why did I stop in Preston when one of the two new GBG ticks (the Ferret) was closed till Wednesday ?
And then I suddenly remembered the Tinderbox IPA I’d had in the Fell Bar and not told you about (which may have occasioned the singing of Graceland) and realised I’d put back quite a bit in the 2 hours after the pubs actually opened in Kendal. Oh dear.
Honestly. Nothing else can explain these notes;
In normal circumstances I’d have contacted Matthew Lawrenson 5 minutes before I arrived and pestered him to join me for a half between trains, surely.
Never mind, I’m sure he’ll want to join me in the Ferret.
With only half an hour and a ten minute walk to the Plau it seems daft to stop to take photos of pubs,
But at least I went in Plau, rather than accidentally venturing into the Dark Room.
If I kicked over the “A” board I apologise.
Covid rules were in place so I MUST have hovered by the bar,
and been seated for at least long enough to order and sink a half (oh, actually a pint) of a lovely Blackjack Pale.
Good grief, those lacings are marvellous.
Much more a restaurant than a pub, but a classy one, and when I next come back to the UK’s greatest pub city (don’t @ me, Lancaster), I’ll take Mrs RM there to eat.
Mind, I think she prefers the Mick’s Mixed Grill, you know.