"I don't belieeeeve it!" Having been in a zombie-state in Upper Upnor's Tudor Rose, just minutes early, I actually got a second wind in the other Good Beer Guide pub in the village, which means I should probably write nice things about it ......
|If Heineken did micropubs ...... oh hang on, is that Carlsberg?|
How had I already done six pubs with my train to York not until 9pm? Well, knowing September wouldn't be an easy month for pub-ticking, in that moment there in Strood at 5pm, I thought it best to exploit the situation. A mistake in hindsight, for I could barely move a limb the following day, but Gravesend was calling my name,
|It is worth noting I didn't clock these pub opening times as I walked in|
|Pub I visited earlier in Upper Upnor now on the wall in this pub!|
Beaming smile on my face, I was trying to convince myself that I was rapidly drinking myself sober. Not sure looking back how true that was, but 8 BRAPA ticks in a day, what a result this would be, although landlord in Three Pillars had expressed his doubts that this next one would be open!
|View from delightful dungeon to half closed door|
|Colin, useless under interrogation |
|Lovely loo seat|
|This photo was in focus on the night, I swear|