BASS AND CARLING BY THE JUG IN PORTHCAWL. BUT NOT FOR ME.

Closing in on the last knockings of Glamorgan now, with a trip to the Skegness of the West.

Well, actually Porthcawl isn’t that exciting, so perhaps it’s more a Felixstowe. Does Felixstowe have a hotel with Bass ?

The Lorelei had been taunting me for some years with itr’s offer of all day seaside hospitality and the amber nectar,

so it was inevitable that when I turned up on the Wednesday I found the owners eating their lunch.

We haven’t opened on Wednesday lunchtime for YEARS !” they said, which will come as a shock to anyone who believes in the infallibility of Facebook.

A day later I was back, the place was packed, the entrance welcoming, “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road” the soundtrack.

But a quick look at the pumps revealed an absence of Bass.

I sulked, picked a decent Rhymney (NBSS 3+), and took the last seat.

A series of four pint jugs were being brought up from the cellar. Some looked suspiciously like Carling, but the red triangle on the glasses across the way told a fuller story.

I checked the website.

How could they do this to me !

Hiding the Bass (probably for the locals) isn’t fair.

I’ll go back, if only to review the town’s ice cream and to bring you more of the Lorelei’s singular humour.

Well, I laughed.

Great loos; I could have stayed there all day.

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