Almost exactly a year ago, as I’m sure you’ll remember, I went walking in the Lakes with James during that odd period between July and October when we experienced freedom before November saw it snatched away.
On that trip I managed a few GBG pubs in the foothills of Scafell, including Boot and Eskdale Green, but left a handful in Wasdale tantalisingly unticked.
The Lakes seemed quieter than in 2020, the crowds of summer long gone, and Mrs RM didn’t have to screech to a halt to inch past motorhomes much before we reached the eponymous pub at Santon Bridge. Or perhaps the eponymous Santon Bridge, who knows.
Night Vision ? Ugh ! Is that what used to be Bitter ? Makes you grateful for the pubs we enjoyed in Stockport last Friday where you can still enjoy Holt Bitter (if not Mild), Sam Smiths Old Original Bitter, and of course Torrside’s “…And You Will Know The Beer Is Craft By The Length Of Its Name“.
Actually I care less about the renaming than the constant mucking about with the pump clips, and no rebranding will persuade the London Youth and Petersfield Pashminas to switch from Prosecco or Peroni to pale beers, so this was the dullest beer of a decent trip beer quality wise (average NBSS 3.1).
The Sunday Times Supplement presumably reckons it’s cos., with its polite soundtrack of the Mac and Bowie and a well-chosen collection of wines.
Mrs RM normally insists on something that pretends to be healthy for tea, but being famished opted for the “Nacho’s with Chilli Beef” and some squid.
Somehow, the nachos were soggy, as if they’d been incinerated at the same time as the cheese and chilli.
A hugely disappointing pile of glop, and not cheap either. But tourist pubs, eh ?