More ticking in Central Lancs, home of Ale Cry and also some of our greatest pub men.
But had Matthew ever been to the Wheatsheaf in Coppull, I wonder ?
No reason to, it’s an unassuming local’s pub in an unassuming village south of micro made Chorley.
Coppull seems mad on takeaways. And music listings with the barest of information.
I like the sound of Hippo. But they’re not on Spotify (or Tidal, which I’ve just joined). Interestingly, they’re playing “My Girl” by Madness when my foot goes through the door, so I wouldn’t expect Kangaroo Air Force Ventilator covers in the Wheatsheaf.
It’s as busy as I’ve seen a pub at 6pm midweek, with a mix of village life.
But why’s it in the GBG, you wonder, when the beer is Sharp’s (Atlantic, not Doom Bar, sadly), and Hobgoblin.
Er, because the beer is gorgeous. Rich, cool, tasty (NBSS 3.5+). Better than the slow-moving stuff from unknown microbreweries in some pubs put on to gain credibility.
With it cheery welcome, laughter and life and boring brown beer it’s exactly the sort of pub that I’m always told will never make the GBG because CAMRA branches vote for quantity, their mates and discounts.
That’s not my finding. I’ve hardly had a duff pint this year anywhere in the Guide, and several ordinary (to you, not them) boozers have made the GBG. (See : Runcorn, Pinchbeck and Caerleon in January alone.)
Long may it continue.