We’ve arrived at an estate pub just outside the centre of
Kettering. There’s large main roads nearby and fairly attractive trailer parks
consisting of green embankments beyond rows of trees. The pub’s on a corner
where a housing estate meets the main road. It’s got a large car park and it’s
quite run-down from the outside with torn hedgerows and rubbish scattered all over
it. Inside is a similar affair with scratched tables and worn-down banquettes. There’s
notices up in pen displaying local rules and black marker is written on fluorescent
coloured-card advertising the bar snacks. You wonder what the licensee is like
and how long he’s going to last here, a worn-out old man who’s only in it to complete
his company pension. There’s an interesting selection of beers though. Most are
from nationals but there’s different styles and they’re kept well. A few of us
were hoping to see a more local range so most of us just had a slow half as was
it was the first stop of many and it was an opportunity to stretch our legs.
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