Another benefit of “going home” is it gives me those shorter trips into London that made Waterbeach bearable.
On the Wednesday, possibly in 1997 I’m so far behind, Mrs RM drove the campervan back to Sheffield and I took the 10:10 to King’s Cross.
I know I mercilessly take the mick out of West London, but I LOVE walking the capital, even the posh pashmina parts like Balham.
It’s a long while since my last Balham tick, back when local CAMRA produced a little booklet of pubs (nearly all Youngs I recall) called Gateway To The South.
You remember Gateway To The South;
The police had cordoned off the high street, some argument over the price of Prosecco I guess, but my tick was the other way from the tube.
Apparently The Bedford is a well-known gem.
I wondered if this had been renamed from The Wandsworth when Youngs scarpered, but it appears to be an old Watney pub/music venue.
I read the sign below as “Wet Yoga”, which shows I’ve already been in hipster Sheffield too long.
Here’s the rest of the customers that Wednesday lunchtime.
But despite slow trade the pub was busy, and the staff wonderfully cheerful. “A lovely £2.40 for a lovely day” said the barman.
And blow me down (me ol’ china), by the time I finally sat down to drink it I’d got a “chewy” 3.5 beer on my hands. So not only does sunshine improve your ale, so does movement and inoffensive pub. This is a FACT.
Nice pub, good beer, lovely staff. Am I REALLY in London ?
Let’s head north.