Two down, three to go on the Isle of Man. I was only staying the one night, but wasn’t keen to hang around just in case Man has adopted the early closure trend.
So I caught the next bus south to Port Erin. I was tempted to name this post Erin Tickovich but I’ll leave that one to BRAPA.
Buses passing the Fairy Bridge just outside make an automatic announcement : “Please observe the Manx tradition by saying “Hello Fairies” as we cross the Fairy Bridge”.
Well, a dozen on the bus; guess who was the ONLY passenger to shout “Hello fairies”.
Yes, me, and whaddayaknow, the fairies rewarded me ,with (SPOILER) three open pubs.
Starting with the Station Hotel in Erin,
the smartest Okells (H & B) place I’ve been in, with some well-dressed continental visitors on the way to the Calf, a French lady saying “NO, just a half” while doing the international sign of the small glass. The Isle of Man isn’t a half pint sort of place.
Looks like four (4) pumps, but CALM DOWN!
Okell’s Bitter, of course.
“How do you pronounce o-kulls, anyway ?” I ask the barperson.
“We call it oh-kulls” she says, so confidently I believe her.
It’s a typically good (NBSS 3+) Okell’s; you’ll be hard pressed to find a duffer on the island.
It’s a lively, cheery place, with young folk both sides of the bar. Helpful folk, too; a bloke orders Guinness and asks if he can borrow a phone charger, which seems a common request.
The playlist of Bryan Ferry and Carrie Underwood seems entirely in keeping with the place, which ought to be in Epsom.
But the Bitter wouldn’t be under £4 if the Station Hotel was in Epsom, I sense.