7th December 2022.
It was all going swimmingly.
Seven (7) pubs in 3.5 hours, some good beer, some bad beer, some lively debate.
But now to the schism. Will and I wanted to visit the new craft bar Ship Aground, Peter and Paul said (figuratively) “Away from me, craft Devil” and opted to try out a second Craft Union pub of the afternoon.
In fairness, Ship Aground doesn’t look much.
but inside there’s a giant penguin, always a sign of good beer.
Not sure about the Stoke gin bottle.
The nice beer blackboard had exciting words like “peach tea” and “honeyberry sour” and “wrench”. Did the Mudgies know what they were missing ?
Will, ever the purist, stuck to cask while your brave craft hero went keg.
You can take Retired Martin out of Waterbeach, but he’ll always feel duty bound to pick the village’s wild fruit brewer wherever he goes.
Even if a gorgeous 7% Blueberry Martini Sour was never going to sit well on a tummy full of BBB.
This was the point in the day where I seriously considered calling it quits and heading straight for the Cacao, Peanut Butter and Banana Imperial Stouts. It’s what Blackpool Jane would have done.
But these days aren’t meant to be FUN, and Will ushered me out before I could take photos of ALL the contoured maps in the Gents.
Or steal the Rod Stewart 7″.