A year ago retiredmartin was in a bad way.
Pubs had just closed as the unexpected Lockdown 2 hit as dark descended, and after a final hurrah in London my blog material dried up. Both of our lads were kicking their heels, and our move north to Sheffield hit an unexpected snag due to an overhanging tree.
So I will never take normality for granted, or condemn photos from a dullish pub visit to the bin, waiting for something more exciting to come along. Something like a Wetherspoons curry in Swindon.
In that spirit of gratitude, here’s the Swan in Clewer.
Readers who bother to look at the words as well as the pictures on this blog may realise that I was parked 10 minutes from Clewer just a month ago, but was too wiped out to do it. BRAPA would have done it.
The Swan is a community pub, with its own 6th form school teaching NBSS scoring and cheese tastings. Community pubs are a shoe-in (shu-in) for the Guide, and often rightly so.
Expect to meet some or all of Clewer’s many famous residents in the public bar;
So does Blackjack Brewery, here providing its Tart Stout (don’t, Russ. Russ ?) to a neighbourhood bar in in Berks.
The welcome is great, the pub is quiet, I wish I could always visit pubs at their busiest time like BRAPA.
I felt obliged to go cask; the imminent arrival of the new GBG is the only time in the year I feel “CAMRA”,
and the Guardsman is a lovely cool, rich drop which dispels memories of some rather dull Windsor & Eton beer in gastropubs.
One other chap is in the corner, working on his laptop. It’s not Jimmy Page so by deduction I work out it must be Sir Daniel Gooch.
But HE has his own pub in Swindon, that I’ve just visited. Surely you’d live in your own pub, wouldn’t you ? Even if it was in Swindon.