After a hearty breakfast of Square Slice Sausage (‘What is that?’ asked a son of Maggie), Tattie Scones and the stunning Stornoway Black Pudding, not to mention yesterday’s rolls (thanks to easyJet), it was time to emerge from the Maison de Maggie.
Most went to see if the bluebells were blue, raise a head of steam, and no doubt put another 5 litres of water in the ‘people carrier’.
Hector and Marg went to Brighton.
This is what Marg enjoys most. Not sitting in a pub all day consuming the best of Bier. Who on Earth would live their lives like that?
The Shopping Lanes were visited and then a walk along the beach before the famous pier.
A very different venue was discovered for lunch: ‘Bill’s produce store @ the depot’. This had benches not out of place from a Deutsche Bierfest, walls lined with food displays and a very original menu of snacks and healthy eating. A month’s supply of brownie points had been accrued by the time we left.
The main event
Hector and Marg were first to arrive at The Evening Star, and it was straight into the American Pale Ale.
The rest arrived and the evening’s festivities began. There was Sierra Nevada Pale Ale available on draught too, so this had to be considered.
Lord Clive had a cunning plan
We were going on to Shoreham-by-Sea where more quality establishments awaited. The Lazy Toad was a major disappointment. Many ales were sitting racked behind the bar. Few were on, and the jackets were linked to no cooling device. Warm Bier? No thank you.
After a fast single fish next door it was back to the best new discovery of the weekend (for us anyway).
The Buckingham Arms went down a storm. There was a ten/twelve ale taps, plus a Helles, Kaltenberg, to make up for the English desire for lukewarm beer. On the wall were themed photos of trams: ah, Bridgeton Cross!
Back to The Swan
And there was more Bier…
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