Baa Baa Toure awoke refreshed from a night at the Stonehouse canal (this is before his annual wash).
Mrs RM and I are are only refreshed after 6 gallons of coffee, so did the chicken run across the road to the WORST Starbucks in Gloucestershire (unless you have better information).
No filter coffee, cheese toasties so soggy they were clearly microwaved, both served in paper because there’s no crockery (still blaming Covid) and no wooden forks supplied unless you ask for them because Mrs RM might stab me. Oh, and no toilet. Take that as a zero star review.
Things picked up 20 minutes later in Thrupp, which I bet you’ve never heard of. I hadn’t till GBG22.
The geography of Greater Stroud continues to confound and delight. Local football team Forest Green Rovers, who’ll be competing with the giants of League 1 next season (
Northampton Brizzle Rovers), are in Nailsworth, a Clarkson hoof across wonderful Minchinhampton Common.
Stroud is the western home of the vegan woke scene, you even get vegan ferret pasty at the football, and there’s art to match around the renovated industrial wastelands.
Great coffee at FELT in Brimscombe, great art along the river walkway to Stroud Brewery. That Crilley fella would be proud of this;
Stroud Brewery Tap has the massive advantage for tickers that it opens at ten (10) AM.
Honest. And on time, too.
And serving beer, not just coffee and cakes.
OK, OK, it’s a bit industrial, but the welcome was warm,
the sofas not too unencumbered by cushions,
and their stock beer Tom Long was, while lacking in sturgeon bladder (not an SNP reference), a rather tasty way to start a momentous day. And I took Mrs RM a can of the strong IPA to enjoy at her leisure. She drank it that night in 37 seconds.