Lancashire completed, Mrs RM pressed on to complete Cumbria, following up a 1-0 v Watford with an 8-0 at Arsenal in footballing parlance.
As we both approach middle-age the biggest threat to “completion” may well be the lack of toilet facilities, so thank goodness for unassuming boozers built on consecrated ground right next to the car park.
Yes, it’s the Ring O’Bells in Kendal !
Your task this morning is to FIND the Ring O’Bells on WhatPub by typing in Ring O’Bells (see here). Go on.
It’s not actually in GBG22, having been closed due to something called “the pandemic”, but had often taunted me from the pages of the Guide with its history and quirkiness.
So a quick half of a cool and tasty Lancaster Blonde (NBSS 3+) and a coke (served by a local as the Landlord was busy) while Mrs RM went the wrong way in search of the powder room.
“Built on consecrated land” had always given me an image of a coffin in the Public. Sadly not, but it’s the sort of place you’re always expecting to have walked in on a wake.
A bit of a cracker, even if the beer range threatened by What Pub possibly overstates its place in the Krafty Kendal firmament. Oh, the craft is in the fridge.
Lovely comfy bench seating gave a great view of the Old Boys and a pashmina from Putney on holiday who came in and asked for a takeaway tea.
“Is that seat taken ?” she asked.
“Oh no, my whole world is crumbling“. said the AmDram queen, pleasingly.
The landlord, a gem, filled her flask and charged her less than Costa. She was thrilled.
“Where you from ?” said Old Boy 2.
“London ! Well, Chilterns“. Make up your mind, dear.
And then she left, despite the Chilterns-friendly soundtrack of Phil Collins and the Pet Shop Boys.
I took a look around. Comfy and pleasant,
and then we headed for the ticks, hoping the running water wouldn’t necessitate another dash for the loos.