I'd still not fully recovered from my Staffordshire epic, as I boarded the train to London on the evening of Friday 1st October, for a double overnighter in Herts.
Staying over hadn't been my original plan, but when I learned that our guest BRAPA chauffeur wasn't available until Sunday, I decided a Saturday night stop was required. That soon extended to the Friday when I saw Sunderland were away to Pompey the following day - I was on a free Grand Central with no seat reservation, and didn't fancy standing for the duration.
A nice speedy pint of Thornbridge Jaipur (the ESB of the North) in York Tap (the Parcel Yard of the North) put me in good spirits early doors .....
|Beers called Green Hop, I never like them, but always order them cos green/highlighter!|
|Long way to come for a Theakston's glass|
|Didn't see this sign until I left. Just as well, as I might've run off. Ticking and beer festivals often don't mix|
|Colin is overcome by his White Hart Tap experience|
|The hellhound who wants to eat Col|
|Lucky for Hull City? It is a long shot!|
One more St Albans pub to go. I will tell you about that, Colney Heath, Welham Green and the beginnings of my Coxy day tomorrow, or Wednesday, depending on whether a lad called 'The Wedge' wants to meet me for a birthday pint.
Take care all, bring on the late night Ovaltine, Cheesy Crumpet and Prisoner CBH.