September 2023. Brigg.
12.10 pm and our fourth pub of the day. Alan Winfield would be proud.
Mrs RM had been in the Yarborough Hunt at noon, reserving us the best seat in the house,
and clearly being tolerated long enough to be allowed a pint.
The Yarbs, as absolutely no-one calls it, impressed me so much a decade or so ago after its 2009 reopening that I’d visited a couple of times.
Gorgeously refurbished, there’s a touch of those Mick Thurlby pubs, without the gastro pizzas.
A few too many beers,
and it showed a bit in the Lincolnshire Craft beers.
But the pub felt a bit of a retreat from the franticness of Brigg High Street and we stayed for a Bateman XB that was far better.
The landlady was cheery and chatty, and we discovered that the little light bulb themed jam jars, which looked useless as a vehicle to show us all the beers were the same colour, were actually there to capture fruit flies.
Of course ! We knew that all long.
Mrs RM has asked me to note that those beers weren’t all hers.
retiredmartin 
A hearty fist pump in the air for the unvarnished table.
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Good spot, Etu. Lovely pub.
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Aren’t those tables perfect? They feel and look right.
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Time flies like an arrow, fruit flies like a banana.
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I finally got my act together and managed to get a couple of those 50p tickets and I’m going back to Brigg with my bike this time (free) and doing a couple of village pubs. I’ll probably call in at the Yarborough Hunt for a swift half before the train. Or maybe the Craft Union for that very good Black Sheep.
If only there were more trains…
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You’re going back to do those keg pubs, aren’t you ?
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Clearly not Mrs RM’s as she only drinks from pint glasses these days….
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