Off the bus from Ballards Gore and back into Rochford, the rain still teeming down, my first act was to nearly get run over by a dodgy white van man (is there any other type?) His surly expression unforgiving of his relative dryness in comparison to myself.
The biggest revelation of my journey down from York to London earlier (apart from impending Lockdown II) was that my next pub reopened TODAY for the first time since July 4th. Sometimes I bemoan dreadful bad luck in my ticking expeditions, this was quite the opposite.
Next, a trip to the recently visited Brentwood, which involved a change of trains at everyone's favourite Essex/East London interchange, Shenfield, which would be a really handy place to pop a GBG pub (just saying for future reference, thanks).
|Eyes suggest that demonic 5th pub of the day experience isn't far away|
|I'm also blaming Olde Dog Inn for Hull City 1-0 on arrival, lost 1-2 to 'crisis' club Swindon|