On we go, to the 4pm openers in Bucks, ever closer to a resurrection of my famous (and trademarked) “All Bucked Up” blogpost title.
The Oak, in the side streets of Aston Clinton (look at your own map for it) is a welcome return to Proper Pub after the horror shows of Amersham.
Fullers own a few pubs out here in Beds & Bucks, and they’re far removed from the inner London “Pie & Prosecco” model.
It’d get a bonus point just for having the Opening Times at the door.
No greeters, no menus, no tat.
OK, a horse brass or two. And OK, it’s a bit twee with delicate folk music, but the welcome is genuine and friendly.
No silly guest beers either. Stick to the knitting.
But it feels like a village pub. Parents are using the car park to pick up their Erins and Ethans, and there’s a high young lad quotient at 4pm, not all of it Hi-Vis.
The Pride is drinking well.
A flat Pride, not that foamy rubbish.
From our perfect vantage point we observe. Eight pints of Asahi. EIGHT!. Three Neck Oils. Two Meantime.
Cask ? Best not ask.