Once we’d finished at Wetherspoons, it was time to cross the
road and head all the way into the next pub. But why use the pelican crossing
100 yards down the road when you can stagger across a busy bus route? Once we’d
made it safely inside, we found that other members of our party had beaten us
to it. We ignore our surrounds for a moment to take in the bar. It’s located in
a tiny corridor at the far end of the building. Four ales sit on top of an
exposed brick wall separated only by polished cuts of beech. There’s a nearby bookshelf
but the point of interest is the beers on the keg T-bar. One of these beers is
brewed in our home town, yet this pub, which is sixty miles away from the
brewery, is the first pub that we’ve come across that has it available. We sit
on the small pew and put our feet up under the tiny tables to ponder this.
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