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The Welsh week wasn’t entirely without fraught moment, the Little Penybont Arms in Pencoed deciding to be unexpectedly shut.
After reading through the Facebook I eventually found they were on a well-earned midsummer break. Note to all micropub owners; leave your doors opens and let tickers serve themselves please.
I tried again a day later.
It’s a gorgeous little place, and actually pretty busy half an hour after opening, with the trade congregated around the bar.
“Are you the chap who sent the message asking when we were open ?” asked the Guvnor, outing me as a non-local.
Actually, it was a great welcome, except when they tried to offer me a taster. “A pint’s a taster !“.
That Jungle Stout was flat and rich (3.5), the conversation at the bar was energetic, the hats were the best since that Blue Nile album 33 years ago.
I never feel like joining the crowd at the bar though, you always wonder if you’ll be able to slip away or what society you’ll be invited to join.
And besides, I had Glamorgan to finish.