Many of you (well, Duncan) have asked “Where is Pubmeister ?”. It was Duncan who prompted this 4 day trip down South and offered his taxi services, as gratefully received an offer as Mrs RM’s “Taxi for BRAPA” which was taking place the same night.
Fear not, Duncan and Malt will be here soon enough. But first, Whitchurch. One of a dozen towns and villages of that name in the UK, this is the one famous for rabbits.
Believe it or not that single sold more copies than “Just When I Needed You Most” by Randy Vanwarmer. Mark knew that.
I’ve never seen Watership Down, but it clearly had a traumatic effect on a 12 year old Mrs RM who tears up just thinking about it.
Anyway, Whitchurch, very quiet on a Thursday in January.
One lady came out to stare at me taking a photo of the Joker lamp post, and I forgot to record what that writing says. Usual prize on offer.
My new Guide pub looks “solid”, and even if it wasn’t in the GBG the light visible from the window (top) makes it hard to ignore.
I walk in to find two other punters, only just below the average pub custom on this 4 day trip (2.2).
I know it’s boring, but the bar person is lovely, warning me off the complimentary snacks.
“They’re dog biscuits ! (idiot) “
“How does the dog reach up to the bar to get them” I thought.
The King’s Arms is an unfussy town pub, offering burgers, Ed Sheeran, and ancient maps.
Despite the beer name being handwritten on the pump, the Andwell turned out to be the beer of the day; cool, rich and tasty (NBSS 3.5+).
I just wish there’d been more folk there to enjoy it. The couple sitting working on their laptops seemed actually to be staff as well.
In contrast, Kudos cafe over the road was packed with young folk on laptops, lingering over flat blacks and mac’ n’ cheese and ambient folk music, so I joined them.
“There you go, my friend. Enjoy !” they said. I did.