This post is brought to you from the 10.45 from Sheffield to Leeds, from where I’ll head on to my final North Yorkshire GBG 22 tick. I’ll expect fanfare, I’ll expect a welcome committee from BRAPA and Colin, I’ll expect a top pint of Landlord. Who knows?
Wednesday saw me on a train from Waterbeach to London, just five (5) ticks short of the set.
“Welcome aboard this…..service“. Oh how I’ve missed that pointless announcement.
The first three of those ticks were in the wallet wrecking South West. Always a joy.
Half the fun of the London tick is the plan, working out the best combination of rail, tube and foot to maximise blogworthy content and arrive at the pub dead on opening time so I can whine about how quiet pubs are.
First up is the Masons Arms near Battersea Power Station, so a walk from Vauxhall tube through 9 Elms and the New Covent Garden Market is essential.
Dad used to deliver his veg and flowers to the original Covent Garden in the 70s, I drove with him into London a few times at 4 in the morning.
So he’s aware of the market’s new home south of the river, though the scale of the skyscrapers would come as a shock, as much as the armed guard at the American Embassy did to me.
James and his mates are in London today for a weekend of
hedonism sightseeing. I reckon they should walk along the Thames to Battersea and eat overpriced burgers. It’s what I’d do.
I doubt they’ll trouble the pubs anywhere. Battersea has brewery taps and gin, but a few Proper Pubs remain on the route.
The Masons had any character knocked out of it by Fullers long-ago, when they realised Old Blokes saying “The Pride is drinking well” don’t pay the bills as well as Pashminas with pooches on Prosecco.
Open plan dining, but a very mixed crowd at 14:00, and probably 7 different breeds of dog.
I’ve said this a lot, including in the 2021 Awards issue, but London bar staff have come into their own this last year.
“No need to rush !” she says, as I gamely count out £2.75 in silver at the bar.
Honestly, lovely people, kind to me and the tourists.
The Pride was drinking…OK. (NBSS 3).
But we should treasure the Fullers gastropub, as next up in the Brunning & Price. Lock up your daughters. But adjust their pashminas first.