I’ve too many photos of Evesham to squeeze into one post. Any more than ten and I bore myself, and besides, the pub is my last Worcestershire tick and deserves its own post.
I was intrigued to hear that Kidderminster legend (he once ate two Aggborough cottage pies at half time) Life After Football hadn’t been, but it really is a world apart from gritty Kiddy with its black and white beams and famous Abbey.
Is that an upside-down Bass sign ?
But is it posh ?
A look at the battered tourist map tells the truth.
This is a working town, fallen on hard times since the Great Asparagus Crash of 1988.
Still plenty of history,
including a mysterious War Memorial marking the end of the Great War as 1920.
In 2015 I took Dad on a tour of the National Trust Gardens round here and another old boy told us why it says 1920. But I forget now.
The pedestrianised High Street looks a bit like Ashford (Kent), but Evesham has a bit more class than that, and a nicer Spoons, where I spent those coppers I’d saved in the last pub.
The clock struck two, and I set off to beat the crowds to my last Worcestershire micro.
It wasn’t easy…