ORGANIC EGGS AT THE RED LION IN REDBOURNE

February 2025. Redbourne. Lincolnshire.

One of the problems with rural Lincolnshire pubs, and BRAPA is your oracle here, is that they serve such a small population  they inevitably struggle to support Monday to Sunday opening, and you can’t make cask shine when you’re only selling it Friday evening to Sunday lunch.

With only 400 souls, Redbourne’s Red Lion dares to trade noon to 11, seven days a week,

but then it is a small hotel (£130 a night) in one of Scunthorpe’s many honeypot villages.

No, it really is lovely.

A redundant Grade I Church of St Andrew,

a fire station to put out fires,

and a brand new Guide entry for your Lincolnshire sausages or Grimsby haddock.

Again, I find myself the sole drinker, the gentlefolk slightly more genteel,

the wall art reminding you you’re closer to a station and therefore civilisation (well, Brigg),

and the beer range looking distinctly upmarket.

In truth, Landlord in a Theakston glass is not a winning combo. Surely they can’t have run out of glassware at Tim Taylor ? It’s OK, tasty enough for a 3, but I’m in generous mood.

No, too foamy.

Organic eggs make foamy scrambled eggs, so I buy a half a dozen in the shed outside the pub.

Americans, note, £2.70 a half dozen.

10 thoughts on “ORGANIC EGGS AT THE RED LION IN REDBOURNE

  1. The problem with many businesses – especially pubs – is that those trying to run them don’t own the freehold outright.

    I wonder how the coming centuries-overdue abolition of leasehold will affect them?

    (Who said Labour were just another stripe of Tory? Seriously?)

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  2. Lovely daffodils.
    I’ve now remembered what a goose is. It’s nothing like the goosanders I saw in the Greta from my balcony in Keswick last July.

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