I end with a picture of a meticulously crafted pint of Holt Bitter (and part of Sheffield Hatter’s meticulously crafted beard), as I make the Sun & Castle (stop I) my final stop before I wimp out and head home (getting old).
A wonderful community atmosphere, and I’m pleased to see they’d already got the Christmas deccies up on 8th October.
Oddly, despite our house being a model of minimalism, Mrs RM and I both love clutter in our pubs (see: the Blind Monkey).
And despite not being a fan of pub pets, I warmed to the caged bird (is it a parrot ?) I have named Paul Mudge.
I was really missing Stafford Paul’s company at this point, but Kentish Paul manfully made it up the hill to join me for a pint that in his blog he admits may have been a pint too far. What a hero, what an example to us all.
This was a gorgeous pint. Cheerfully served, beautifully presented, cool and bitter (NBSS 3.5+). Just as Bitter should be. Virtually all the beer on this crawl was well above my GBG standard, much of it exceptional.
I’d picked up a copy of the local CAMRA magazine (back on paper, hoorah !) at the Petersgate Tap, and it’s still my favourite, but the lack of the Pub Curmudgeon column came as a bit of a blow.
Here’s Pub Curmudgeon’s meticulously notes from the day (see report here); no doubt they’ll be on display in the Wetherspoons Museum of Pubs in Wolverhampton eventually.
And that was Stockport, for me. I’m not allowed out after dark so I headed home, leaving the Armoury and the Olde Vic to the hardcore.
Sadly, I never did get to meet Cooking Lager.