and Maltmeister (Newmarket’s own Martin) couldn’t be more delighted.
30th December 2022.
A last pub of the night (and (spoiler) the year), for Mrs RM and me anyway, as we straggled our way up to the Chesterfield Arms,
via a glass of Deya or Verdant in the Crafty Dog, where our little group trebled the average age inside.
This was a night of truly unprofessional drinking, with no (zero, 0) new ticks for me but who cares.
A heaving Chesterfield Arms was a joy of a revisit. Oddly out of the GBG recently, when I’d visited last year the Bass was off, and I couldn’t see it now.
But there it is ! Hidden round the corner.
And that’s the problem with these ale shrines; the Bass gets shunted to the second bar and you miss it, as did Simon when he caught up.
Anyway, gorgeous. I guess.
Note how Mrs RM is trying to recreate that BRAPA angry babe look there.
I took the pint back off Mrs RM after the photo, said goodbye to everyone except Clydebank Brian who’d come down especially to drink Doom Bar in Wetherspoons (possibly), and had a decent enough curry in Ashoka.
And that was the first AGM. Plans for the 2023 meeting in Maidenhead remain “tentative”.