And so it comes to this, a final tick in North Yorkshire in West Heslerton. Wherever that is.
Oh. It’s here, near Malton.
And, bless its little slightly upmarket heart, so it is. Don’t stop to count the scatter cushions, Mudgie.
I’ve no idea whose boots those were; I was just about the only customer.
The two chaps behind the bar are cheery and chatty, which is all you hope for to leave a warm White Rose glow (oh, I’m a Yorkie now too, aren’t I ?).
The gloriously cool and chewy dark mild from Half Moon (NBSS 4) is a bonus.
But I know my audience,
and folk don’t pop in from Nepal and Cambodia and the Dom Republic to read about beer. They want to see scratchings.
Unless they’re American. Then they want lacings.
Sadly, unless there’s some form regression therapy available in pubs locally, I’ll NEVER be able to tell Mark Crilley which classic tunes were being played, so let’s assume it was Elton John, shall we ?
Or Billy Ocean. It’s nearly always Billy Ocean.
retiredmartin 
Well, well, the Dawnay Arms. That was where I tried – and failed – my first ever pint of John Smith’s Smooth a few months back.
They had no cask that day.
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Blimey, it felt a very cask pub. I know some pubs really struggled with supplies in the early days. You should have had the Brass Castle Pumpkin Saison on keg.
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It did indeed – they were very apologetic, but lockdown had only just been lifted and there was clearly stuff yet to be done.
Most of the pubs nearer the coast weren’t open at all in the day back then.
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I managed to finish my first and only pint of Smooth but I can’t say I enjoyed the experience and it’s most unlikely to be repeated.
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So you’re a thick chocolate that isn’t for girls?
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