retiredmartin

April 2026. Wragby. Lincolnshire.

Your actual new Wragby Beer Guide pub isn’t a classic, but then the Lincolnshire Wolds aren’t renowned for classics. Prove me wrong.

But you do get this extraordinary piece of art in the garden of the Adam & Eve,

which bears a striking resemblance to Ali & Nino in Mrs RM’s new Georgia post.

Sadly I can’t confirm a link between the Garden of Eden and Wragby, but I’m fairly sure that Timothy Taylor Landlord wasn’t there at the start of mankind, though it sometimes feels like it.

Live music next weekend from Bang Tidy, who I read have been honing their set to include classics from Kangaroo Air Force Ventilator and Hozier.

But at a quarter to twelve the substantial trade is mostly lattes. It’s a smart (immaculate loos) and friendly village all-rounder with seating that will please everyone except the Pub Man.

The sort of look that Robinson’s pubs in posh Cheshire perfected to annoy Old Mudgie.

So I left the high seats for the sun, joining the Madri drinkers (it’s still quite trendy in Lincoln), and scraping my chair over the paving slabs to the annoyance of a smoking* granny on the phone to her children.

Four handpumps had seemed four three too many; who actually says “So glad you’ve got Beartown, I’d never have ordered the Ossett”. The Tim Taylor looks good, but is a little over foamed and indistinct.

I score it 2.5, which makes perfect sense. Goodness knows how I shall cope when CAMRA outlaw the half points.

*_{Not literally on fire}