I was going to sell this one as a (slightly early) BRAPA Hallowe'en Horror Show, but then I figured that regular readers of this blog have probably noticed that approximately 82.7% of blogs I write could fit into the horror category.
I was back in the GBG's 'inset' North East Hants section on the morning of my penultimate day of my holiday, Tuesday 6th October, looking for the six daily ticks that keep the doctor away.
Jumping off the train, and leaving the station, I thought a little joke might be a nice way to start the day .....
|A FLEET of taxis hahahaha (sorry)|
It was an annoying twenty minute walk from station to the 'hub' of Fleet, where the action (AKA the local Wetherspoons) was situated.
|Record breaking App ordering pint|
|Col, you might have to help me drink this one|
|I like pubs who are proud of their place in the Guide|
|Mr & Mrs Spice in their natural habitat|
|Mrs Spice trying to work out what Colin is|
|I thought it'd be 'fu cunard' to find many positives here|
Working Hallowe'en blog title had been Pumpkin Spice Merchant Latte or something, but it didn't really work.
|One of the more traumatic attempted pub photos of 2020|
|Pubman of the week contender, and I don't mean that daft cauliflower!|
|Feel the quality|
|I didn't get it, but our mate thought it was proper Vince Hilaire|
Right, that seems like a good way to end part 7. Three more pubs coming up, one pre-emptive. Cameo from an old pub favourite, And one of the hardest slogs to get to a 'Spoons on a train line I'd ever witnessed. See you on Wednesday for that.