I was in punchy mood on Saturday morning. It was time to right those wrongs, hold the magic GBG aloft, and shout 'By the Power of BRAPA (I won't be denied!)'
There was no Man-At-Arms (Simon D, attending a beer festival), no Sorceress (Daddy BRAPA, at the football in Hull) no Orko (Tom), or even Teela (Martin Taylor), it was all down to me, Brapple Cat.
In the sleepy village of Boreham we start, 'twixt Chelmsford and Colchester but much nearer the former. It was from there I caught the bus. Boreham has a warming community 'can't wait for BRAPA to piss off' vibe:
I smiled at a man in sandals. He scuttled to the church door, banging on it loudly, seeking sanctuary:
And then the pub came into view, a sturdy looking Gray & Sons proudly displaying their old CAMRA awards on the door. It epitomised the rural Essex boozer.
|Cars ruining pub photos - #341|
|A girl I know who looks just like her helped me write a best man speech in the Templar, Leeds|
|Bit of a cheat, these are the photos I took when it was closed in May|
|Col sat on the papers, unaware he was inconveniencing the local Santa Claus|
Rowhedge bound, three more pubs to go, mid afternoon, it is all going well.
See you on Sunday/Monday for part two, where the pubs are, shall we say, a mixed bag!
Thanks for reading, Si