You left me waiting at a bus stop in Hemel Hempstead last time out, which was quite cruel of you now I think about it.
But don't feel too guilty, we were soon whizzing back past Hemel train station, in the opposite direction, where we stop in the village of Bovingdon. Of course, no BRAPA day out with be complete without attempting something a bit more difficult, and 'difficult' in West Herts is basically "not on a train".
Time was of the essence, even with a 25 minute minimum, catching the next return bus would be a challenge. Luckily, it was the sort of pub where it was quite easy to have a drink and leave, if you know what I mean!
|This bloke has brought his own bottle, and on past experience, who can blame him?|
|A momentous ale moment in my life|
|If this was the Estcourt in the GBG circa 2006, I've done it!|
|Merson moaning about something|
|BM's, Otter and Calculators|
|First sign I was perhaps getting a bit tiddly|
|Feel the quality|
|A truly British scene, and no, I'm certainly not getting out sober|
Stomach bubbling, I am struggling, I tell Col he can drink as much as he wants but he's like "you're on your own mate". Cheers "pal" bring back the Otter! (In more ways the one I'm feeling at this drunkture).
Thank goodness I just about force down the Devil's Own Juice, not my fave Parcel Yard experience but am sure it'll be better next time out!