|One of the calmer parts of my walk from Aldermaston|
It was still my favourite walk since Inkpen, but I was glad to reach the pub nestling in a lovely village. My sore foot (which I don't like to talk about) was playing up for the first time this holiday.
|Arriving at the 'key' pub in my Berkshire 4 day adventure|
The bright glass conservatory at the front of the pub was the first sign that maybe this wasn't going to quite be the Aldworth-esque gem I'd be imagining. The landlady wasn't the sunniest people person that you almost come to expect in such a rural village, and she certainly didn't appreciate my "joke" about how fitting it was to drink Mr Chubb's Lunchtime Bitter on a lunchtime - must do better Simon. Humouring me might have been worse. Two posh old ladies came in for a conservatory lunch (think a posh female Coogan and Brydon), and it might have been my imagination, but did she make more effort with them? I sat in a room as far away from the glass monstrosity as possible and was confronted by a range of Asian and African statues so frightening, it made the Queen's Head in Reading's collection look like a token gesture. The landlady came over to light the fire next to me and we finally bonded, over chilly April weather, though in truth, lighting two pub fires was OTT. She warned me about 'smoke' and she wasn't kidding, soon the room was a total fug and the lunchtime bitter was tasting like a smoked porter. Must have been the jackdaws from Waltham St Lawrence relocating. I had to move to the central bar, which I found more pub-like a genuine, and was soon reading a local magazine about avoiding wolves (the animals, not the football team's fans, though you wouldn't want either of them jumping out of you in rural Berkshire woodland). A wide-eyed family of diners arrived, it was time to leave.
|Smoked out at the Six Bells|
|Page 1 of Berkshire, page "8" (in BRAPA world) of the GBG completed!|
I was far too early into Newbury, but what a delightful town it was - glad I avoided the race scum. Especially on a sunny day with the town centre pedestrian only, it was fantastic and I did some window shopping in a beer shop that Tim recommended to me......
|...and I'd have bought some too if the Madjeski had more relaxed rules!|
|The Newbury in errrm, Newbury.|
Has a GBG description ever helped more? I was aware I was entering gastro-central so was able to set myself mentally for what lay ahead. Two young lads were propped on precarious looking stools enjoying a pint, but there was no disguising that this was the least pubbiest pub I'd so far encountered in Berkshire. Or so I thought. Some interesting ales were on, I went for a King John because I like Maid Marian and her Merry Men, served by a gloomy version of Lily Allen, mid-stalk (sorry, too soon). I asked about a 'hidden' roof terrace I'd heard about and she reluctantly revealed the pubs best kept secret. Past the open fronted kitchen, dangerous close to the ladies loos, up a thin staircase, the kind where you might find skeletons of the princes in the tower. And what a fantastic place it was, ok so I got a bit carried away and went out of bounds (i.e. on the roof!) but I soon settled down to my drink and a smuggled Tesco sandwich and some Doritos (take that gastro!) No one else up there, I wondered if it could be a bit open, and then a lovely young chap came along and said "excuse me sir, would you like the roof opening?" and before you know, a remote controlled thing was sliding back, and the sun was beating down on me, in a room decorated with old beer signs like Thwaites which you'd never have dreamt of from the downstairs. I often talk about the ultimate point of contentment on a given BRAPA day, well this half an hour was it for my whole weekend. Wonderful.
|Enjoying the roof terrace in the Newbury|
879. Hatchet Inn, Newbury
Even the market place Wetherspoons has a sense of decorum in Newbury, and I've barely ever been in a quieter one. I was tempted to chant "just like a library" but one old chap was looking very irritated already by something, it was hard to say what at this stage. The staff were bubbly and jolly souls, all young and three of them fought over serving me which again, just doesn't happen in 'Spoons. Being a sucker for a gimmick, one beer had an actual feather on the pump clip, it was a Cromwellian ale so I kept my recent historical theme. The only 'outburst' I heard was a woman in the background giggle like Babs Windsor and screech "stop it Tim you pervert!" but I am pretty sure this wasn't the Tim I was meeting later! I sat in a proper old man leather armchair by the window looking out into the market place, near irritated chap - he was waiting for a friend who was very late who came in apologising profusely, but wasn't forgiven for the duration. It was awkward to watch, as Mr Irritation made a point of drinking his pint and leaving, shunning any offers of a drink, a lift where he needed to go, or anything else, as the poor late-man squirmed. I loved it obviously.
|You'll do well to find a better to do Wetherspoons than this.|
Catherine Wheel, Newbury
Tim was there near the door, and I recognised him from various award presentation photos in the likes of Ullage and various Berks CAMRA websites. He was armed with a healthy selection of Ullage CAMRA mags for my perusal. Like Sir Quinno before him, he gave me a whistle stop guided tour of the pub, details of which I can't remember despite my best attempts to be totally focussed and sober, and we ordered the highly anticipated Wild Weather Mud Slinger, which was just way too sweet we both agreed. The staff seemed a lovely bunch, well aware I'm sure that they were entertaining pub royalty(!) and it was CAMRA discounts but no free pints so at least they weren't trying to bribe their way back into the guide. In fact, I asked about it's GBG potential and it turned out beer scores had been inconsistent, hence the current omission. Still, you could see the potential and why Mrs Three Mile Cross spoke highly of it when I was in Aldworth and am sure it was a valuable pre-emptive to get.
|Pre-emptive pubbing at the Catherine Wheel|
Or the "KC" as apparently the locals sometimes call it, poor pub, with that horrible noose round it's neck, it has done even better to become a recent award winner. At least it doesn't make you enter a membership scheme before you can buy a pint! Nice small multi-roomed pub, Tim told me it used to be a bit of a 'knocking shop' (my words, not his) back in the day when American airmen and the like used to come over and 'charm' the local ladies. A bit like the Catherine Wheel before it, some attempts to modernise it and make it suitable for diners meant it had perhaps lost a little bit of it's spark of old, it was hard to tell. I was recently talking to Martin Taylor about how it is much easier to review a pub when you are in our own company cos you observe more, and I think that is true with these two. Not that I was complaining, Tim was a great host, and another CAMRA discount lead me to a nice old fashioned brown pint of Dundas Best Bitter by Kennet and Avon.
|Tim makes his official BRAPA debut at the "KC" (not Stadium)|
Cow & Cask, Newbury
The whole point in me being in Newbury at 5pm on the Tuesday despite Hull City playing in Reading at 8pm was this new micro pub, Newbury's first and it seemed to be the place of the moment judging by the interest generated. It doesn't open Sunday or Monday, or til 5pm on a Tuesday, and with me thinking Newbury was best avoided on Saturday due to the races (which, as it transpired, was waterlogged!) The locals were eager for a drink, not just me and Tim, but two chaps and a young lad (Oxford fans mainly adding to the week's interesting mix of Woking and Bristol Rovers) joined us, and there were other tables too, probably supporting Caersws, Alloa and Ards if the pattern continued. The barman was a Reading fan, proof that not all Reading fans make bad landlords (see Hop and Vine in Hull). The beers seemed to take a bit of effort to get them from barrel to glass - I sampled halves because it somehow seems more appropriate in a micropub than a pub (discuss!) and both Itchen Valley and Downton were on great form, and I'm not a huge fan of beer straight from the barrel hence my reservations over most beer festivals. Well, it was a jolly little session and I told some Hull City v Oxford and BRAPA tales, said farewell to Tim and moved on to get my train back to Reading, hell I even would've had time to pop into Greyfriars for about three swift ones (I didn't!) Like a lot of micros, somewhere between Sherlocks and Dr Phil's I'd say on the Micrometer.
|More pre-emptive ticking at the Cow and Cask|
|Madjeski staff trying a bit too hard to please the away fans|
It had been a wonderful 4 days, really felt the love from the county of Berkshire which is eclipsing Bedfordshire already. I may not finish the county by the time we get to September's edition but it has rocketed up to 7th (32 pubs done) in the BRAPA league table and I'm looking forward to my May trip already!