A little out-of-the-way on this run, I couldn’t resist the name “Cat and Custard Pot.” As it turned out, the pub was worthy of the extra mileage without the moniker which has something to do with a fictional pub used as a meeting place in an old novel, an illustration from which appears on the south face of the pub sign (above).
Spoilt for choice on the range of beers, I still wasn’t sure which I was going to use for the Daily Tipple and as I was drawn to the Elmers pump clip I went with that one (Elmer was the Flying Monk for which the brewery was named, a truly mad 12th century friar). It was not at all a bad choice, either, brewed just down the road and yet a very American styled (floral hops and lots of ’em) beer.
Sitting around outside with the sweat drying in the cool breeze, I listened to the family conversations nearby (“more pooh, please,” requested a kid that had been escorted to the loo a couple of times already) and noticed the north side of the pub sign was much more modern:
Spotting the sign to the church where I would pick up the next segment of my trek, I finished my drink and headed out. This, however, is definitely worth another stop when I’m out this way next.