9.
Wet evening doing halves in mediocre pubs in Littlemore
and Sandford,
David Wacey and
I were at a loose end one evening after not being able to go for a cycle foray
during the day. However, we had been cooped up at home; so a quick trip to get
the pubs of Littlemoor and Sandford
done.
We kicked off at about 7 in the
Next on the agenda was the Nuffield Arms,
pushing towards Cowley, in which we watched the National Lottery. Despite its
dodgy looking appearance, it is quite a pleasant, if dead, boozer doing
reasonably priced Greene King IPA and Adnams. It's
got lounge and public bars and quite Victorian looking toilets. A second
Queen's Arms was then visited - this one was just
outside the ring road, and was the best thus far. Courage beer was available
and could be consumed whilst sitting upon ripped seats. It was the first pub of
the evening that we would have been vaguely interested in spending part of the
evening in.
Our fifth pub was the Golden Ball. It is a
small and lively local which had some Irish punters in it. We were proffered
with hot potatoes whilst supping more Morrell’s. Just up the road was the
recently renovated George, which had some quite nice, if a little pricey, half
pints of London Pride and Pedigree or similar. Morrell’s again. Lots of
teens with parents abounded. Our longest [and wettest] portion of cycling
followed: four minutes later we were chaining up our bikes outside the Fox in Sandford and tucking into our first pints of the evening -
some more Morrell’s. The beer is reasonably priced, and the surroundings spartan. On our particular visit, there were lots of middle-aged
people having a knees-up in the front bar, and the toilets smelt of
Just across the road is the Catherine
Wheel. It does hydrogenated pork scratchings and two
varieties of Brakespear's. Not a lot else going for
it really. Our final port of call was the King's Arms on the river by the lock.
We saw some under aged drinkers in there. It had transpired that they had been
bothered by a pissed arse walking along the tow path
shouting to himself who we had noted just prior to entry. He wore a baseball
cap and drank lager. We had a couple of very mediocre pints to round the
evening off [and sum it up], though we did find a pair of nice arm chairs.
Actually, the evening was not quite over - we had to get home. It transpired
that our route along the towpath was closed, so we had to go along the main
road, via the Sainsburys footbridge and then through
the backstreets of Rose Hill just to get back to Sheepy
just to drink a few stubbies.
Fear not, better crawls will follow!!
Dan
Lovegrove
dan@doctor-lovegrove.com
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