|Baxter Arms, Fenwick|
After a polite request to drop me at the Shropshire/Powys border was declined, South Yorkshire seemed more within reach and after a strange route through Howden market place and Askern (a town that time forgot), we were waiting for level crossing after level crossing to raise as the mainline trains whizzed to and from Donny. So frustrating, reminded me of the time when me and Tom took a bus out to Arksey and had much the same problem.
|Made it at last. Hi Joshua!|
I had a feeling that this most rural of South Yorkshire pubs would prove a classic, and not just because Yorkshire Bank's favourite Donny ale fan Mark Bennett cycles here with his Dad and was raving about it last year. We were the only customers on a Thursday lunchtime (obviously, you might well add) but the eager young barman seemed pleased to see us, and First Light from York brewery was very much the crack cocaine of 2016 real ales so far. I drank the first pint in about 10 minutes, the second nearer 15 and the third nearer 25 mins. I never do this, and I hadn't needed a wee in three pints which is highly significant as a BRAPA bladder record (BBR). A sign of great quality beer? Or still dehydrated from Berkshire and a round of golf in the sun? I'll let you decide. The inside of the pub was glorious, especially the side room with full size snooker table (take that Wargrave!) Dad had (somewhat controversially) packed up some beef sandwiches as it turned out, and with the weather so sun-soaked, the equally wondrous pub garden (with goalposts for a very small goalie) was the perfect place to be, only the occasional chug of a train or chilly blast of wind threatening to spoil the Utopian Green Owl-esque vibe. I even found a bonus bit of malt loaf secreted away for pudding. A classic pub experience that you don't even have to go to Inkpen or Waltham St Lawrence for.
|Beer garden bliss.|
|The 147 break of real ale pubs.|
I will catch up with my pub blogs eventually, another one due tomorrow night you lucky unfortunates.