To Pocklington
This time, by bus, with the Portland Street Pedestrians, on the closing tour of the winter season. First pub was the Black Bull, crowded but only John Smiths cask and a mediocre Bass in the drinkable category. Digitised Juke Box had a vast selection but only gave part of the title and the singer’s name, which led to some oddities. Better entertainment would have been had at the Arts Centre nearby, where Martin Simpson was appearing.
The Feathers Hotel was much more like it – a wide selection of beers, Caledonian Over the Bar was excellent. At the next, almost deserted pub, just round the corner, they had Copper Dragon, from Skipton, and then at the last, which seemed a bit like someone’s rather untidy house, some Courage Directors went down very well.
We had our bus back to York to ourselves – it runs to bring revellers back to Pock after a night out, rather than the reverse, but it gave us time to contemplate the summer season of pedal-powered excursions – of which more, no doubt, anon.