|A novel slant on day care in the Shakespeare, Hedon|
Arriving before 12 noon, we had chance for Dad to take a trip down memory lane at the Golden Sands Holiday Park near Withernsea, where his family had a wooden holiday home (still there!) when he was a boy. He was shocked though at the level of erosion, half the park he remembers is now missing. Quite scary really.
712. Plough Inn, Hollym
I don't suppose I've been in many wattle & daub pubs on my BRAPA trips so that was a nice quirk. The friendly southern couple who ran the pub offered me a CAMRA discount without needing to see my card (Dad reckons I have an "authentic look" hmm, I think more CAMRA geek) and the landlady displayed the least surprised reaction EVER when I explained BRAPA, as though it is a commonplace challenge. She was soon chatting erosion to Dad. Landlord Steve meanwhile was half way through a 365 day "dry-a-thon" but revealed last night he dreamt he was drinking two pints of Morland Bitter! Full credit to him. Despite the pubs seeming tie to Greene King, it had two great guests on in Great Heck Voodoo Mild and Half Moon Bitter, both superb and the pub had a light and clean feel, but the wood panelling and beams made it feel old and authentic (like me allegedly!) The dogs which had accosted us on the way in were friendly, but then retreated to an acceptable distance, but we didn't risk our cheese & onion rolls in case it stirred their nostrils. A young bar lad was being trained up (maybe a bit too heavy handedly as he seemed capable) but luckily, he didn't seem to realise the pub operated a "lined glass" policy, so we got extra. Take that Seabirds in Brid!
|Me at the Plough - Dad took this before his drink in case you were wondering!|
713. Shakespeare Inn, Hedon
And after 'losing' the first Hedon pub (more on that later), we accidentally stumbled on our other one. It initially reminded me of the Beech Tree in Kirk Ella, so I was expecting it to open up into some huge estatey family friendly unatmospheric room. So I was surprised to see that it had the 'reverse tardis' effect, with just a circular bar and two small rooms each side. Even the loos were hidden in the entrance area. We saw two Great Newsome ales (very Locale as the brewery is at nearby South Froderingham) and went for a Pricky Back Otcham. The barmaid, who had pretty brunette potential, was stifled by two things. One, being friends with two strangely capped chavs at the bar, and secondly, being deaf which Dad took exception to as he likes being the deaf one in social situations, he later revealed. Luckily, there was a large outdoor drinking area at the front of the pub, and we found a secluded bench next to a nice floral display round the corner, and rated this beer, drink of the day. And the added bonus of being outdoors, we finally got to have the pasties! We left and I waved at one of the capped chavs, what a nice chap. Maybe.
|Dad arriving at the 'reverse Tardis' in Hedon|
714. Haven Arms, Hedon
The GBG had incorrectly listed the address as 'Sheriff's Highway' rather than 'Havenside' so it was one of the day's highlights when we finally found our final pub, nestled down a peaceful country lane with a couple of a bench outside, annoyed as we disturbed their peace as we parked opposite. We entered a quite large but dark and low roofed pub, where some friendly locals were giving us ale recommendations at the bar. The Ashes theme was in full 'swing', and I had a Jimmy Anderson themed one and Dad had a 'Golden Pair' but Great Newsome. We were served what seemed to be a Mum with an army of friendly daughters. Maybe some were nieces. They all looked the same anyway, but that could be Hedon. Now it's credit to Dad that he thought his Golden 'Pair' was a pun on 'Pear' and it was like a farmhouse perry. Problem was, I wasn't convinced and research showed me it was a rather bog standard bitter. Conclusion, Dad was drinking vinegar. Then, my Jimmy Anderson which had displayed sulphurous notes (do I sound professional?) totally turned half way down. We left what was remaining, couldn't take them back at this late stage, and beat a swift retreat., though I did say bye to 'daughter: K993B'. Worst beer quality in a BRAPA pub this year. The slight confusing factor to me is that there were so many ale drinkers at the bar!
|There was no beer haven at the Haven.|
The remaining East Yorkshire 'ticks' are at North Cave (to be visited in August) and New Adelphi, 8pm gig venue opener in Hull, which I'm working on. Tom's "evening tick in it's own right" makes a lot of sense, as does Dad's "on a football evening" post-match so we'll see how things go. I take Tom's point about leaving a game early. Problem is, I can't do the Fulham home game so amusingly (if you read my 'Hull City relegation' post, Ipswich would be the next opportunity!).
See you Tues/Wed for a review of my Thornton trip & August preview, though I might try and get another archive out today or Monday.