Scotland is a wonderful country, full of “characterful” individuals and battered food stuffs.
And a decent train line along the Fife coast built especially to help tickers.
The Hillend Tavern is listed under Hillend, rather than the Dalgety Bay station you arrive at, or Lesser Cowdenbeath or whatever.
Hillend is a deadend village in the truest sense, your 5 minute exploration taking you to a turning circle for the bus and a view to Dunfermline, with some flowers my App identified as “flowers”, but IDK.
I noted that the plant pot has been placed 200 yards from the pub, possibly for legal reasons.
I didn’t need a plant pub in the eponymous Tavern, a recent CAMRA award winner on account of its exciting beer range and singing landlady.
Another pesky 4pm opener, there’s an Old Boy (prob younger than me in truth) at the door at 15:59 and his order gives me chance to admire the fireplace, the carpets,
and the shields representing visits by famous pub tickers past.
“We will be closed 13 June” says the sign on the bar, so that anyone knows not to waste a long visit that day.
I’m going weird in my old age so picked something from Ferry Bridge rather than the reliable Black Sheep, but it was good enough.
The landlady’s rendition of “Please Don’t Go” was, if anything, better than Casey’s original. KC doesn’t get the credit he deserves over here.
1979 was a great year for music, wasn’t it. BA Robertson burst on the scene that year.