A big thanks to Vale of Glamorgan CAMRA for sticking their GBG pubs so close to train stations; much appreciated.
Even the Blue Anchor in East Aberthaw was a short hop from the airport station, though it seemed the most remote pub in the world.
Except for the holiday park, lime works, cement works and power station (not the band) of course.
Who knows, but it’s a 14th century multi-roomed gem with 75 years in the same family, so must be good, eh ? (not always).
The car park is packed, but I can’t see any lights on and I’m anxious that it’s closed. But after reading 2 pages of Covid rules I find the door opens and I start a 2 minute hunt for life.
In the third room I find a group of gentlefolk arguing over the bill, and all is well, but I still can’t see a bar, or handpumps, let alone staff.
Yes, it’s gorgeous, but I sense I won’t do it justice.
Oh, is that a chaise lounge ?
No, just a very ancient bench seat.
A nice lady appeared, then two more. I was asked to sit down (ever so politely, but firmly), offered a menu I declined, and asked what I wanted.
“What beers have you got. I can’t see the bar“.
“We’ve got 6X, Sir,
a 4.3% malty best bitter from the Wiltshire town of Devizes“. “That’ll do“.
But 6X ? Whatever happened to national pride, Wales ? Where’s the Double Dragon ?