Well, you can’t walk six (6) miles to the Mumbles and NOT have a Bass at the Pilot, can you ?
The Pilot is closer in feel to the tightly knit streets rising to the hills than the smart new bistros lining the sea,
and looked absolutely gorgeous as the sun set over Swansea Bay.
You’ll have noticed how many pubs I visit were virtually empty. The Pilot was packed with all of humanity, the Express Tavern of the west.
And I reckon a dozen of them had glasses with this in it;
“Phew” I said, for effect, “for a moment there I couldn’t see the Bass“
“We ALWAYS have Bass” said the charming landlady, as if quoting from Harry Potter.
Ideal temperature, perfect texture, somewhere between 3.5 and 4, I thought. In 1996 I wrote “The Pilot is a Top 100 pub if ever I saw one, but of course I’ll need a second visit to confirm”. Here’s the confirmation.
The Modern Toss (that’s a book) has left the bookshelves, replaced by a VHS cassette (HQ) containing rare footage of a Kangaroo Air Force Ventilator gig from 2017.
I really should have stayed for a second pint, but we all know how that ends, don’t we.
Instead, with an hour till the last bus to Swansea I opted to walk, armed with the best shish wrap I’ve ever had from Mumbles Kebab House. Sadly my pic overemphasises the healthy bits.
Blimey, it was a great walk back.