So, the end of my five days in North Hants and the final hurrah would prove to be one of my favourite times of my stay.
After the traumas of Oakley earlier, I'd had a nap in my hoteland made my way back to Hook. As on my first day, Citra Mick had volunteered to drive me to two of the more rural outposts that so far remained 'ungreened' in my Good Beer Guide. Absolute gent.
Sadly, Little Tony couldn't make it, but Big Steve, who you might remember from Hartley Wintney as one of Colin's 'minders' joined us, and it was he who hopped out of the car to greet me / let me squeeze in the back.
On the way, we found ourselves driving straight past a third GBG pub at Mattingley, even harder than these other two to achieve by public transport. Citra says "if we have time, we can do that one too" and I was positively jumping for joy in the back seat. Steady on Si, it's only a Brunning & Price.
Our progress was slowed by an interminable wait for a train at the level-crossing, this was like being in outer Doncaster, but with more trees and less despair.
|Playing the waiting game|
|Colin making sure Steve doesn't go rogue|
|Feel the quality|
|Goods train this time|
|Four Horseshoes? Looks more like a pharmacy.|
|Can't see front of pub for amount of tent, never a good sign|
|Masks up, let's do this!|
|Colin stares into the Carling tray like his soul has left his body|
|Citra, an expert ticker by now|
|Part of the problem|
|Not really the solution|
|Some signs try to be 'cute' but just make you want to punch the pub in the face|
|Problems with my flash (so I kept my clothes on)|
|Progress from the 2020 GBG at the close of play|