February 2026. Woolwich to Plumstead.
Gig night in London, a chance to get a rare couple of GBG ticks, with an exciting Thameslink trip past London Bridge (new and shiny) and Greenwich (old) to Woolwich (scruffy but exciting).
I knew Woolwich had suffered a few pub closures,
but goodness me that’s a lot of grey “P”s there.
Not a lot to see on the mile up towards Plumstead, but “The Thinker” by Ant Carver is a gem,
Ruschita is a classic looking takeaway,
and I’ll never tire of the roadside colour.
Not sure where the Lord Herbert has been hiding all these years,
a standout in a beer desert,
but it’s what you want in a South London corner pub.
Quirky,
cosy, politically edgy, beers you’ve heard of.
I’ve got a fair old walk to my next pub in Charlton, and I’m nervous about public toilet availability, so I stick to a chewy half of Harvey’s (3.5) and wish I’d had a pint.
We all make mistakes.
retiredmartin 