Back in Hastings, I had two (2) more micropubs to look forward to. Two (2) more chances of opening time hell
I took the scenic route to the Jolly Fisherman, dropping by the 1200 Postcards for signs of life, but a 5pm start it was.
Google Maps said it would take 17 minutes if I took the road, so I took the hill round the castle and did it in 12.
Even stopped for the art and colour on the way down to Old Town.
A decade ago I didn’t even know Hastings HAD an Old Town (see also : Brid), now I reckon it’s one of our Top 10 towns.
Never noticed the Jolly Fisherman before, A cafe turned micro which blends in seamlessly with the Old Town classics.
I enter to the sound of Dear Prudence, the one I remember not the White Album, and a local who gives the Guvnor a shout as he’s down in the cellar.
“Sorry to drag you up for a quick half” I say, unnecessarily, but at least the beers come from the back wall so I’m not sending him straight back down to the cellar.
It’s a lovely cool Five Points Pale of typical Hastings qualityfrom a crafty range , and if the place is a bit quiet at least I can enjoy a goth soundtrack that moves on to Bauhaus (and then, who knows, the Dooleys).
OK, back up the hill…