Thursday, October 10, 2024

Shipping up to Boston

Me again! We're well and truly into Autumn. The nights are drawing in, there's a chill in the air and is that a hound I hear baying on the moors? Either way, it's inexplicably October, officially spooky season and certainly as good a time as any to be out and about and exploring pubs, both near and far. I had hoped to have gotten another excursion squeezed in before now but the last month or so has been fairly chaotic as Amy and I finally bought a house and are now moved in and settled. As a result, September came and went in a blur but, now that things are more or less back into some semblance of a routine, it's business as usual.

I found myself back in Lincolnshire earlier this week, hoping to repeat the success of my last foray into this area, by exploring a town that had piqued my interest ostensibly because I knew very little about it before my trip. Apart from some knowledge of a prominent local landmark, more on which later, I had thrived in a state of blissful ignorance about my chosen destination and it seemed time to educate myself. The town of Boston was to be my stop.

Boston is a market town and inland port in the borough of the same name in the county of Lincolnshire, England.

Boston is the administrative centre of the wider Borough of Boston local government district. The town had a population of 45,339 at the 2021 census, while the borough had an estimated population of 66,900 at the ONS mid-2015 estimates.

Boston's most notable landmark is St Botolph's Church, colloquially referred to as 'The Stump', the largest parish church in England, which is visible from miles away across the flat lands of Lincolnshire. Residents of Boston are known as Bostonians. Emigrants from Boston named several other settlements around the world after the town, most notably Boston, Massachusetts, then a colony and now part of the United States.

The name Boston is said to be a contraction of "Saint Botolph's town", "stone" or "tun" (Old English, Old Norse and modern Norwegian for a hamlet or farm; hence the Latin villa Sancti Botulfi "St. Botulf's village"). The name Botulfeston appears in 1460, with an alias "Boston".

The town was once said to have been a Roman settlement, but no evidence shows this to be the case. Similarly, it is often linked to the monastery established by the Saxon monk Botolph at "Icanhoe" on the Witham in AD 654 and destroyed by the Vikings in 870, but this is doubted by modern historians. The early medieval geography of The Fens was much more fluid than it is today, and at that time, the Witham did not flow near the site of Boston. Botolph's establishment is most likely to have been in Suffolk. However, he was a popular missionary and saint to whom many churches between Yorkshire and Sussex are dedicated.

The 1086 Domesday Book does not mention Boston by name, but nearby settlements of the tenant-in-chief Count Alan Rufus of Brittany are covered. Its present territory was probably then part of the grant of Skirbeck, part of the very wealthy manor of Drayton, which before 1066 had been owned by Ralph the Staller, Edward the Confessor's Earl of East Anglia. Skirbeck had two churches and one is likely to have been that dedicated to St Botolph, in what was consequently Botolph's town. Skirbeck is now considered part of Boston, but the name remains, as a church parish and an electoral ward.

The order of importance was the other way round, when the Boston quarter of Skirbeck developed at the head of the Haven, which lies under the present Market Place. At that stage, The Haven was the tidal part of the stream, now represented by the Stone Bridge Drain, which carried the water from the East and West Fens. The line of the road through Wide Bargate, to A52 and A16, is likely to have developed on its marine silt levees. It led, as it does now, to the relatively high ground at Sibsey, and thence to Lindsey.

The reason for the original development of the town, away from the centre of Skirbeck, was that Boston lay on the point where navigable tidal water was alongside the land route, which used the Devensian terminal moraine ridge at Sibsey, between the upland of East Lindsey and the three routes to the south of Boston:

  • The coastal route, on the marine silts, crossed the mouth of Bicker Haven towards Spalding.
  • The Sleaford route, into Kesteven, passed via Swineshead, thence following the old course of the River Slea, on its marine silt levee.
  • The Salters' Way route into Kesteven, left Holland from Donington. This route was much more thoroughly developed, in the later Medieval period, by Bridge End Priory.

The River Witham seems to have joined The Haven after the flood of September 1014, having abandoned the port of Drayton, on what subsequently became known as Bicker Haven. The predecessor of Ralph the Staller owned most of both Skirbeck and Drayton, so it was a relatively simple task to transfer his business from Drayton, but Domesday Book in 1086 still records his source of income in Boston under the heading of Drayton, so Boston's name is not mentioned. The Town Bridge still maintains the preflood route, along the old Haven bank.

After the Norman conquest, Ralph the Staller's property was taken over by Count Alan. It subsequently came to be attached to the Earldom of Richmond, North Yorkshire, and known as the Richmond Fee. It lay on the left bank of The Haven.

During the 11th and 12th centuries, Boston grew into a notable town and port. In 1204, King John vested sole control over the town in his bailiff. That year or the next, he levied a "fifteenth" tax (quinzieme) of 6.67% on the moveable goods of merchants in the ports of England: the merchants of Boston paid £780, the highest in the kingdom after London's £836. Thus, by the opening of the 13th century, Boston was already significant in trade with the continent of Europe and ranked as a port of the Hanseatic League. In the thirteenth century it was said to be the second port in the country. Edward III named it a staple port for the wool trade in 1369. Apart from wool, Boston also exported salt, produced locally on the Holland coast, grain, produced up-river, and lead, produced in Derbyshire and brought via Lincoln, up-river.

A quarrel between the local and foreign merchants led to the withdrawal of the Hansards around 1470. Around the same time, the decline of the local guilds and shift towards domestic weaving of English wool (conducted in other areas of the country) led to a near-complete collapse of the town's foreign trade. The silting of the Haven only furthered the town's decline.

At the Dissolution of the Monasteries by Henry VIII during the English Reformation, Boston's Dominican, Franciscan, Carmelite, and Augustinian friaries—erected during the boom years of the 13th and 14th centuries—were all expropriated. The refectory of the Dominican friary was eventually converted into a theatre in 1965 and now houses the Blackfriars Arts Centre.

Henry VIII granted the town its charter in 1545 and Boston had two Members of Parliament from 1552.

The staple trade made Boston a centre of intellectual influence from the Continent, including the teachings of John Calvin that became known as Calvinism. This, in turn, revolutionised the Christian beliefs and practices of many Bostonians and residents of the neighbouring shires of England. In 1607, a group of pilgrims from Nottinghamshire led by William Brewster and William Bradford attempted to escape pressure to conform with the teaching of the English church by going to the Netherlands from Boston. At that time, unsanctioned emigration was illegal, and they were brought before the court in the Guildhall. Most of the pilgrims were released fairly soon, and the following year, set sail for the Netherlands, settling in Leiden. In 1620, several of these were among the group who moved to New England in the Mayflower.

Boston remained a hotbed of religious dissent. In 1612, John Cotton became the Vicar of St Botolph's and, although viewed askance by the Church of England for his nonconformist preaching, became responsible for a large increase in Church attendance. He encouraged those who disliked the lack of religious freedom in England to join the Massachusetts Bay Company, and later helped to found the city of Boston, Massachusetts, which he was instrumental in naming. Unable to tolerate the religious situation any longer, he eventually emigrated himself in 1633.

At the same time, work on draining the fens to the west of Boston was begun, a scheme which displeased many whose livelihoods were at risk. (One of the sources of livelihood obtained from the fen was fowling, supplying ducks and geese for meat and in addition the processing of their feathers and down for use in mattresses and pillows. Until 2018, the feathery aspect of this was still reflected in the presence of the local bedding company named Fogarty.) This and the religious friction put Boston into the parliamentarian camp in the Civil War, which in England began in 1642. The chief backer of the drainage locally, Lord Lindsey, was shot in the first battle and the fens returned to their accustomed dampness until after 1750.

The later 18th century saw a revival when the Fens began to be effectively drained. The Act of Parliament permitting the embanking and straightening of the fenland Witham was dated 1762. A sluice, called for in the act, was designed to help scour out The Haven. The land proved to be fertile, and Boston began exporting cereals to London. In 1774, the first financial bank was opened, and in 1776, an act of Parliament allowed watchmen to begin patrolling the streets at night.

In the 19th century, the names of Howden, a firm located near the Grand Sluice, and Tuxford, near the Maud Foster Sluice, were respected among engineers for their steam road locomotives, threshing engines, and the like. Howden developed his business from making steam engines for river boats, while Tuxford began as a miller and millwright. His mill was once prominent near Skirbeck Church, just to the east of the Maud Foster Drain.

The railway reached the town in 1848, and it was briefly on the main line from London to the north. The area between the Black Sluice and the railway station was mainly railway yard and the railway company's main depot. The latter facility moved to Doncaster when the modern main line was opened. Boston remained something of a local railway hub well into the 20th century, moving the produce of the district and the trade of the dock, plus the excursion trade to Skegness.

Boston once again became a significant port in trade and fishing in 1884, when the new dock with its associated wharves on The Haven were constructed. It continued as a working port, exporting grain, fertiliser, and importing timber, although much of the fishing trade was moved out in the interwar period.

At the beginning of the First World War, a number of the town's trawlermen, together with some from Grimsby, were taken prisoner after their ships were sunk by German raiders in the North Sea. Their families did not know what had happened to them until late September 1914. The men were taken to Sennelager camp, then on to Ruhleben POW camp, where most remained until repatriated in 1918. A full report of their homecoming is in the Lincolnshire Standard newspaper, January 1918. During the war the port was used by hospital ships and some 4,000 sick or wounded troops passed through Boston. The town was bombed by a Zeppelin on 2 September 1916, injuring three adults and killing a child.

The first cinema opened in 1910, and in 1913, a new town bridge was constructed. Central Park was purchased in 1919, and is now one of the focal points of the town. Electricity came to Boston during the early part of the century, and electrical street lighting was provided from 1924.

During the Second World War, 17 residents of the borough were killed by enemy air raids. A memorial in Boston Cemetery commemorates them.

The Haven Bridge, which now carries the two trunk roads over the river, was opened in 1966, and a new dual carriageway, John Adams Way, was built in 1976–8 to take traffic away from the town centre. A shopping centre, named the Pescod Centre, opened in 2004, bringing many new shops into the town.

On paper, it was hard to know what to expect from Boston's pub scene. I had misgivings that it might be very hit and miss but there was really only one way to find out. For a change, I had chosen a location that is relatively easy to get to and well served by direct trains. I was on a tight timetable on the day in question and so had planned to arrive in the town close to mid-morning. Just over 90 minutes after leaving Nottingham, I was pulling into Boston station. There's something quite atmospheric about travelling through the fens by train, and a strange sense of liminality as hills and dales give way to flatness as far as the eye can see. I did enjoy the advantage of seeing a couple of Lincolnshire's railside landmarks, specifically, the hulking skeleton of the huge, defunct Bass maltings at Sleaford, and Heckington's windmill with its 8 majestic sails. What I'd really come here for was the pubs. The day of my trip was an unsettled, but not cold, Wednesday and I stepped from the train with equal parts determination and curiosity as my abiding emotions. Whilst the majority of my itinerary would involve pubs in and around the town centre, I had decided to begin my explorations in the suburbs, something which would involve a walk of half an hour in order to reach my first stop.

Leaving Boston station, I turned right onto Sleaford Road. I followed this for quite some time, marvelling at the strange combination of houses, some of which were large and clearly quite expensive whilst, on the same road, were boarded up and derelict bungalows. One had a horse statue in the front garden. Upon reaching the end of the road, I turned left onto Wyberton High Bridge, a not particularly high bridge that carried the road over the canal. I followed this road on, past a retail park and small shopping centre, until I reached a roundabout. I was now in the area of Wyberton Fen, where my first two stops are located. It was time to get stuck in. Immediately on the right, adjacent to the roundabout, you will find the Hammer & Pincers.


This community centred and family run pub is listed in the 2024 Good Beer Guide. Inside, there are two rooms, a lounge bar to the right and a larger public bar to the left. Beyond the lounge is a conservatory. Outside seating is abundant to the front, with a smaller area to one side and a children's play area to the rear. I entered the building, thought about turning right but then went left into the public bar, confusing the member of staff on duty in the process. The two areas are served from the same central bar. The decor gives the pub a 1970s feel, with carpet throughout, scrubbed wooden furniture, a pool table, two dartboards and a space for live music. Newspaper racks hold copies of the S*n and Daily Fail, perhaps reflective of a town that voted heavily in favour of Brexit and voted for Reform at the most recent election. A bay window protrudes from the far end of the room. High stools can be found at the bar and at a couple of tables inside the window. The overall space is quite large and spacious. A door to one side leads to a corridor where the toilets, and access to the garden, can be found. I was initially unsure that I was in the right place but the sight of two handpulls on the bar reassured me. Whilst the staff seemed confused as to why I was there, the pub had opened at 9.30 and it was now 10.45 so I wasn't intruding. At any rate, they were polite enough. My beer choices here were between Sharp's Doom Bar and Fuller's London Pride, the latter of which I settled on for £2.25 a half. I utilised one of the high stools inside the bay window, soaked up my surroundings and enjoyed the 70s rock tunes playing over the speakers. The Hammer & Pincers had certainly been an interesting place to begin. A lot of effort has been put into adding some unique touches, with bonsai trees in the gents an interesting addition and this elevates it above other such venues. Unfortunately, the beer wasn't as good as it could have been. It tasted ok but failed to clear, a sure sign that the barrel is coming to an end or the beer has been on for too long. For a GBG listed pub, this was a shame and, yes, I could have said something but, for the sake of a half and knowing I wouldn't be returning, it didn't seem worth it. I was hoping for better luck at the next venue.

Given the half an hour walk to get here, it was somewhat of a relief that my next stop was directly over the road. Pub number 2 on the trip was The Chain Bridge.


The Chain Bridge is a purpose built, food-led Marston's pub that opened in 2016 and primarily serves the nearby shopping centre with a heavy emphasis on meals. However, the casual drinker is also welcome. Anyone that's ever been in a 'new' Marston's pub knows exactly what to expect from the decor. A long bar, opposite the entrance, curves around the room. The layout is divided into sections by the creative use of partitions and pillars, resulting in several distinct areas, all laid out for dining. The general aesthetic is modern, contemporary and bright with darker shades and a mix of scrubbed wooden furniture and upholstered booths. A pair of handpumps grace the bar here too, unsurprisingly showcasing beers from Marston's portfolio. On this occasion, the options were Wainwright Gold and Pedigree. When I entered, it was approximately two minutes after the pub had opened and the member of staff on duty was busy laying out bar mats. I'm nothing if not patient and within a minute or so I'd been served. I went for the Wainwright Gold, priced at £2.45 for a half, and found a table behind a pillar where I could enjoy it. The beer was well kept, if a touch warmer than the optimum temperature, and went down very well. I often have mixed feelings about Marston's but their pub's are always welcoming and, in most cases, they can at least look after their beer. 

Two pubs in and it was a case of 'so far, so mediocre'. However, I was confident that things would improve as the day went on. Having finished at The Chain Bridge, I now had to retrace my route back to Sleaford Road for the slog back to the town centre. The return journey did at least seem to take less time and, as the spire of the Boston Stump grew closer, I was in good spirits. Reaching the point at which I had exited the train station earlier, I this time carried on, crossing the tracks and heading in the direction of the town centre. At this point Sleaford Road reaches a junction with West Street and the main A52. Continuing directly on sends you down the West Street branch and, just as this road begins, a pub sits on the corner: The Eagle.


Part of the Castle Rock chain, this Good Beer Guide 2024 listed pub is known as THE real ale pub of Boston. I think you'll find I'll be the judge of that. I must confess that I did nearly miss the pub entirely as its hanging sign is currently missing. However, no harm done, I had arrived and made my way inside. The Eagle is a two roomed L-shaped pub, with a small, cosy lounge to one side and larger, more square public bar to the other side. Both areas are served by a central bar, which features 10 handpulls divided into 2 sections. Seating takes the form of low tables and chairs, photos and pump clips adorn the walls and posters for upcoming events, many in the name of charity, are prominently displayed. Upon entering, I instinctively went left, into the larger room, which was empty but would at least afford me plenty of space and privacy. This being a Castle Rock pub (go team!), it's no surprise that the beers on offer are mostly from that brewery although there are a couple of guests accompanying them. On the day, the following Castle Rock beers were present: Sundown, Screech Owl (doubled up), Preservation (doubled up), Our House and Harvest Pale (doubled up). The guest slots were filled by Harvey's Sisters and 8 Sail Millwright Mild. As much as I was tempted by the presence of an 8 Sail beer, I wasn't in the mood for a mild at that point in time so went for the Sundown (4.3%), a recent special (£1.75 a half). Sundown is a pale ale, hopped with Citra and Cascade, meaning citrus and tropical aromas alongside floral and pine notes. It's a very refreshing beer indeed and certainly quenched my thirst after my long walk back. I found the Eagle a relaxing place for a beer, although I never managed to find the toilet. A mystery for another day!

Leaving the Eagle, I turned right and continued down West Street which then becomes High Street. Continuing on, I soon came upon Town Bridge, which spans the River Witham and leads to Market Place. Shortly before reaching the bridgehead, I turned left and found the imposing frontage of my next destination: the White Hart Hotel.


There has been a structure on the site of the White Hart since the 1200s, although the current facade is late Victorian. The earliest record of an inn here dates from the late 1700s when it was called The Unicorn, at a time of a great economic boom for Boston as a whole. The current name of the building dates from 1804 when the town centre was remodelled and a replacement bridge was built, leading to a subsequent reconstruction and renaming of the building. Whilst the White Hart functions primarily as a hotel, it also welcomes drinkers and diners. There are several entrances to the building, with one on the left leading to the Courtyard Bar. This is the direction in which I now steered myself. A former coachway, now covered, provides the entrance to this area. Inside, a long bar stretches down the side of a large main room, with sofas and comfortable chairs at one end. Beyond this, to the right, is a restaurant style space, laid out for dining. The toilets can be found in this area too. The decor is light and modern and was suitably festive for the time of year with Halloween decorations in abundance. A fine, reflective ceiling above the bar contrasts with bright but subtle lighting. Amongst the cocktail menus and extravagantly balanced wine bottles, you will find three handpulls on the bar. After enquiring with a member of staff whether casual drinkers were allowed (an affirmative yes), I made my way to the bar and perused my options, which consisted of two beers from Bateman's in the form of XB and 5G and a house beer, Coachman's Wheel, brewed by St. Austell for the White Hart and other hotels within its parent chain. It seemed rude not to partake in a Bateman's beer so I went for the 5G (£2.20 a half) and moved to a small table directly opposite the bar. The lunchtime rush was slowly building and there were several customers already seated throughout, either studying menus or enjoying hot drinks. This is a very relaxing and comfortable place to spend some time and I certainly enjoyed a few minutes soaking up the ambience of the place. The modern interior is a stark contrast to the age of the building but helps to give it a more homely feel. Plus, the beer is bloody brilliant! Bateman's 5G (4.2%) is billed as a session IPA. Brewed with Fuggles, Harlequin and Olicana, it's smooth and biscuity with aromas of peach, pineapple, mango and passionfruit. More than that, it's a delight. In and amongst the citrus and tropical notes is a real depth of flavour that I didn't get from another beer all afternoon. It is an absolute winner. I could easily have stayed for another if I didn't have to be getting on. 

Leaving the comfortable confines of the White Hart behind me, I crossed over the nearby bridge into Market Place. Needing a quick break for lunch, I made the most of the opportunity to explore the nearby churchyard, marvelling close up at the sheer scale of St. Botolph's Church A.K.A., the Boston Stump. At just under 267 feet in height, it's the tallest parish church in England to its roof. The tower can be seen for miles and stands out spectacularly against the surrounding flat countryside of the fens. Such is its scale, before the draining of the fens, fishermen would use the tower as a landmark and it is believed that the tower was lit internally at night to act as a lighthouse. Even today, on a clear day, the tower can be seen from as far away as Norfolk. More recently, it's also been identified as being a possible identity for a UFO picked up on radar by local airbases during a wave of alleged sightings in 1996. The churchyard itself also contains memorial stones to local residents who set sail for the new world and ultimately founded the namesake settle of Boston in Massachusetts. Lunch eaten and church grounds explored, it was back to the pubs. Sitting just on the edge of the Market Place is the Stump & Candle.



Managed by Stonegate, as part of its Craft Union arm, the Stump & Candle has recently had a complete refurbishment, which has somehow contrived to make the building less attractive and inviting. A purely wet-led pub, the layout is relatively straightforward. Upon entering, a curved bar sits opposite the main door. Seating is arranged immediately opposite the bar and around the perimeter of the main area with a smaller area to the back. Furniture takes the form of wooden tables and chairs, as well as banquette seating. There are TVs throughout as well as a dartboard and fruit machine. The lighting is subdued. When I entered the Stump & Candle, I was immediately struck by two things. The pub was the warmest place on earth and I was the youngest person in the building by a comfortable 20 years. However, not to be deterred, I turned my attention to the bar where 1 of the pair of handpulls was being utilised. In lieu of a pump clip, a cardboard sign informed me that the available beer was Ringwood Fortyniner, which I duly ordered for the very reasonable price of £1.65 for a half. I retreated to the back of the room, opposite another gentleman who was content to be by himself. The pub was moderately busy but the rest of the clientele were congregated in the front part of the pub, with some of them playing cards. A glance through the drinks menu confirmed that it's not just the ale that's cheap here. £3.70 for a large wine?? What madness is this?! As much as this sort of pub isn't my first choice in general, I can see the appeal of somewhere that can afford to price things like that. Besides which, the beer wasn't half bad. I've certainly had worse and that was just earlier in the day. With those sorts of prices, I was almost considering staying longer but the place was like a furnace so on I went. 

It took me a couple of attempts to find my next location and it turned out that I'd already been fairly close to it. Directly in the shadow of the Stump, I eventually found the Church Keys Wine Bar.


One of the oldest buildings still standing in Boston, the Church Keys sits virtually on the bank on the River Witham and its proximity to the river has given it its characteristic lean. Believed to date from around 1520, the Church Keys takes its name from a time when the keys to the church were kept at the site. In previous years, the building has had many uses including a Thai restaurant a photography studio and an antiquities shop. In 2013, the building was devastated after the river burst its banks, leaving the area around the Stump under four feet of water, leading to a significant and long winded rebuild. The character of this unique building has certainly been maintained. Stepping through its doors is like stepping back in time. Lots of original features, from beams to whitewashed walls remain. There are a number of rooms inside, of various sizes but all decked out with a combination of comfy high back chairs or wooden furniture. Bric-a-brac and various artefacts can be found throughout. Of course, most importantly, there is a bar. In the front most room, a small bar space occupies one wall. Whilst specialising in wines and 'craft' lagers, one handpump is present (an apparently recent return according to the local CAMRA branch). On the occasion of my visit, this was offering Bateman's XB so that was to be my choice. I took this into one of the other rooms, which felt for all the world like I was in someone's living room. At 3.7%, this is a classic pale ale with fruity and spicy notes from Golding and Challenger hops. It was worth the £1.70 I paid for a half. The Church Keys is quirky and atmospheric place but one senses a dark side. Justifiably so, if the stories are true. Sarah Preston, a local woman, is believed to haunt here. She was accused, rightly or wrongly, of bringing the Black Death into the town and was persecuted so harshly that, to end her own suffering, she flung herself from the church tower to her death. Depending on who you believe, she was clutching her infant child at the time. Regardless, Sarah's screams, in particular her cries of the word 'pestilence' are heard echoing around the church, and within the bar, to this day. The current owner has also reported strange activity taking place during restoration work, not an uncommon claim in general. There's certainly the hint of something dark and tragic lurking in the corners of this place. 

Leaving my riverside berth, I would now move on to my next destination. Heading back through the churchyard, I made my way around the church, parallel to the river and left the churchyard via Wormgate, a cobbled medieval street, halfway down which can be found Goodbarns Yard.


This 630 year old pub is listed in the 2024 Good Beer Guide. Inside, the front door leads directly to a T-shaped bar. Wooden beams and exposed brickwork dominate throughout. Furniture, in the form of traditional wooden tables and chairs, occupies the perimeter of the front room. To the rear is a restaurant area, separated by a dividing wall and snug. Goodbarns Yard was by far the busiest of the pubs I visited on the day but was by no means full. I walked up to the bar to find it unmanned but this did give me time to look at my options. Of the 6 handpulls, 4 were in use, featuring doubles of Timothy Taylor Landlord and Adnams Ghost Ship respectively. A member of bar staff soon emerged from the restaurant and I chose the Ghost Ship (£2.30 a half) before moving to an adjacent table. Goodbarns Yard clearly has a lot going for it. Notwithstanding the warm welcome and the excellent drop of Ghost Ship, the fact that the pub was so busy on a Wednesday afternoon speaks volumes. I felt comfortable, relaxed and grateful that I'd made the effort to find this place, especially given the mixed bag of pubs so far. I truly could have stayed here all afternoon. The warmth and friendliness of the staff. The smell of the food. The great beer. It all combined to leave me with a soft, fuzzy feeling inside. 

I was into the home straight now, which would include a bit more walking after the relative ease of the middle section. Just as I left Goodbarns Yard, the heavens opened. Thankfully, I'd come prepared and, one swiftly donned raincoat later, I was off again. Heading down Fountain Lane, I emerged on Strait Bargate which, a few yards further on, becomes Wide Bargate. Navigating a traffic island, I took a slight left onto Horncastle Road. Just up ahead, on the left hand side, I located The Kings Arms. 


Built in the mid-18th century, this red brick and pantile pub was built for workers digging the Maud Foster drain, a fen drainage route that runs down the middle of the road outside. Now owned by Bateman's, the internal layout has been much altered over the years. Two large but comfortable rooms are served by a round central bar. Seating is around the edge or at the bar itself. To one side, you will find a pool table, fruit machine and jukebox. The dining rooms are both used for functions. The original brick vaulted cellar, where beers are stored on stillage, still remains. An interesting additional feature is the still working windmill, with its unusual five sails, across the drain from the pub and open for visitors. Back inside, and I was given a surprisingly warm welcome. A small group of regulars were sat at the bar when I arrived. Having ordered my beer (half a Bateman's XB, the only beer available, served on 2 of the 6 handpulls, and costing £2.05 for a half) I was asked what I thought about the pub booking in a wake and a birthday party for the same day. My response was that it's a bold move, which failed to raise a smile from the stoic Irish landlord. Instead I scurried away to a table in the corner. The Kings Arms was nothing like I expected. Friendly locals, welcoming staff and a decent serving of XB made this a very nice surprise. I was even wished goodbye, which was nice.

I had two pubs left to go now. Turning right out of the pub, I retraced my route to the traffic junction from earlier but this time, upon reaching Wide Bargate, I turned left onto Pen Street. Following this on for a few yards, I soon saw my penultimate stop: the New Inn.


This is a former Home Ales pub with a mock Tudor exterior. Inside, a single L-shaped bar sits at one end of the main room. A covered conservatory/smoking area is to the rear. The main room features beamed ceilings and a large fireplace. Various photos of both regulars and the local area can be found displayed throughout. My first impression of the New Inn was that it's a bit rough and ready but also the sort of place that does a fine job catering for its regulars. Everybody seemed to know each other and the number of gifts addressed to the landlord and proudly displayed throughout certainly speaks to a level of affection and respect. It's just a same that he appears to be a Man City fan. Still, at least this place serves real ale. The solitary working handpull was offering Doom Bar (£1.90 a half) and, to be fair, it wasn't bad. I drank it whilst seated at a corner table trying to dry off a bit from the rain. It was becoming clear that pubs on the outskirts of Boston weren't the ones that tourists, of a beer variety or otherwise, would be flocking too. 

Just as well then, that my final pub of the day would again be on the edge of town, albeit on the southern flank. To get there, I made my way back through the town centre and headed straight down the High Street, which eventually becomes London Road. This took me down along the river, where seabirds lurked in the tidal shallows and where the Black Sluice has mastery over the flow of water to the fens. It's also where boats enter and leave the port along the river Witham. London Road eventually joins the A16 at a roundabout and from here I went left. A short distance away, my last stop appeared like a beacon in the Fenland afternoon. I would wrap things up at the Spirit of Endeavour. 


This is a large, modern pub, aimed primarily at families. The inside is large and spacious and very much indicative of the modern pubco style, with sofa style seating and wooden furniture. The bar is relatively large and occupies one end of the main room. Smaller sections can be found to the rear and an adjacent building houses a giant children's soft play area/infection ground zero. The toilets are located towards the rear. After a much needed comfort break, it was time to check out the bar. A trio of handpulls, standing proud, gave me a choice between Doom Bar, Kirkstall Three Swords and Weston's Rosie's Pig cider. The Kirkstall won the day and I parted with £2.15 for a half. I imbibed this at a nearby table, whilst pondering what I'd achieved and how my day had played out. The Three Swords (4.5%) was a suitable beer to finish on. This is an extra pale ale with three American hop varieties, resulting in clean and refreshing citrus flavours and a crisp finish. Before I knew it, it was gone and it was time for me to go too.

My 25 minute walk back to the train station helped me to get my thoughts in order and figure out what my overall opinion of Boston was. I was also able to hone in on my one major regret: that I wasn't able to visit the Good Beer Guide listed Carpenters Arms as it opened after my return train was due to depart. I was on a fairly tight schedule so couldn't afford to wait around. All in all, I think my initial fears about Boston were accurate. Hit-and-miss is probably as good a term as any to describe the beer scene in this area. Whilst there are a couple of genuine standouts, the alternatives are a mass of chain pubs with an, at best, unreliable and, at worst, indifferent attitude to cask beer. That's not to say that all hope is lost. The pubs that are worth visiting are doing things well and their neighbours would do well to learn from them. Boston as a destination has enough quirks and history to make things interesting but, as a beer hotspot, it can be said to be slightly lacking. This doesn't mean it isn't worth a second chance. All the pubs I've featured here do at least serve cask beer in one form or another which certainly puts them above other destinations in that regard. I think, if I'm being honest, Boston could be one to keep an eye on, with the hope that the cask revolution is slowly starting to pick up steam in this corner of Lincolnshire. 

Pub of the day: Goodbarns Yard. A standout.

Beer of the day: Bateman's 5G. Just wonderful.

Biggest surprise: Definitely The Kings Arms. A warm welcome, friendly locals and, more importantly, good beer to boot!

Tuesday, August 20, 2024

All About St. Albans

My latest trip was something of a return to form after the more laidback and subdued nature of recent excursions. Last week, I was finally able to tick off a location that had long been on my radar but postponed for logistical and financial reasons. However, the occasion had finally arrived and it would prove to be well worth the wait, as I headed south to the county of Hertfordshire, a first for this blog, to look closely at the city of St. Albans.

St Albans is a cathedral city east of Hemel Hempstead and west of Hatfield, 20 miles (32 km) north-west of London, 8 miles (13 km) south-west of Welwyn Garden City and 11 miles (18 km) south-east of Luton. St Albans was the first major town on the old Roman road of Watling Street for travellers heading north and became the city of Verulamium. It is within the London commuter belt and the Greater London Built-up Area.

St Albans takes its name from the first British saint, Alban. The most elaborate version of his story, in Bede's Ecclesiastical History of the English People, relates that he lived in Verulamium, sometime during the 3rd or 4th century, when Christians were suffering persecution. Alban met a Christian priest fleeing from his persecutors and sheltered him in his house, where he became so impressed with the priest's piety that he converted to Christianity. When the authorities searched Alban's house, he put on the priest's cloak and presented himself in place of his guest. Consequently, he was sentenced to endure the punishments that were to be inflicted upon the priest, unless he renounced Christianity. Alban refused and was taken for execution. In later legends, his head rolled downhill after execution and a well sprang up where it stopped.

There was an Iron Age settlement known as, Verlamion, or Verlamio, near the site of the present city, the centre of Tasciovanus' power and a major centre of the Catuvellauni from about 20 BC until shortly after the Roman invasion of AD 43. The name "Verlamion" is Celtic, meaning "settlement over or by the marsh". The town was on Prae Hill, 2 km (1.2 mi) to the west of modern St Albans, now covered by the village of St Michael's, Verulamium Park and the Gorhambury Estate. Although excavations done in 1996 produced finds which include silver coins from the Roman Republic era dating from 90/80 BC. There was evidence of trade with the republic and that a settlement already existed on the site 50 years before Julius Caesar attempted to invade Britain. However, it is believed that the tribal capital was moved to the site by Tasciovanus (around 25 to 5 BC). Cunobelinus may have constructed Beech Bottom Dyke, a defensive earthwork near the settlement whose significance is uncertain.

The Roman city of Verulamium, the second-largest town in Roman Britain after Londinium, developed from the Iron Age settlement and was granted the rank of municipium around AD 50, meaning that its citizens had what were known as "Latin Rights", a lesser citizenship status than a colonia possessed. It grew to a significant town, and as such received the attentions of Boudica of the Iceni in 61, when Verulamium was sacked and burnt on her orders. Excavations preceding the museum's new entrance done in 1996–97 within the centre of the Roman town gave archaeologists the chance to date a black ash layer to 60–65 AD, thus confirming the Roman written record. It grew steadily; by the early 3rd century, it covered an area of about 125 acres (51 ha), behind a deep ditch and wall. Verulamium contained a forum, basilica and a theatre, much of which were damaged during two fires, one in 155 and the other in around 250. These were repaired and continued in use in the 4th century. The theatre was disused by the end of the 4th century. One of the few extant Roman inscriptions in Britain is found on the remnants of the forum (see Verulamium Forum inscription). The town was rebuilt in stone rather than timber at least twice over the next 150 years. Roman occupation ended between 400 and 450 AD.

The body of St Alban was probably buried outside the city walls in a Roman cemetery near the present cathedral. His hillside grave became a place of pilgrimage. Recent investigation has uncovered a basilica there, indicating the oldest continuous site of Christian worship in Great Britain. In 429 Germanus of Auxerre visited the church and subsequently promoted the cult of St Alban.

A few traces of the Roman city remain visible, such as parts of the city walls, a hypocaust – still in situ under a mosaic floor, and the theatre, which is on land belonging to the Earl of Verulam, as well as items in the museum. Further remains beneath nearby agricultural land have only had a few exploratory trenches, which have never been fully excavated and were seriously threatened by deep ploughing, which ceased in 2005 after compensation was agreed. Test trenches in 2003 confirmed that serious damage had occurred to buildings on the northern side of Old Watling Street by deep ploughing. Permission needs to be granted to enable the full extent of the damage to the western half of Verulamium to be investigated.

After the Roman withdrawal the town became the centre of the territory or regio of the Anglo-Saxon Waeclingas tribe.

St Albans Abbey and the associated Anglo-Saxon settlement were founded on the hill outside the Roman city where it was believed St Alban was buried. An archaeological excavation in 1978, directed by Martin Biddle, failed to find Roman remains on the site of the medieval chapter house. As late as the eighth century the Saxon inhabitants of St Albans nearby were aware of their ancient neighbour, which they knew alternatively as Verulamacæstir or, under what H. R. Loyn terms "their own hybrid", Vaeclingscæstir, "the fortress of the followers of Wæcla", possibly a pocket of British-speakers remaining separate in an increasingly Saxonised area.

The medieval town grew on the hill to the east of Wæclingacaester where the Benedictine Abbey of St Albans was founded by Ulsinus in 793. There is some evidence that the original site was higher up the hill than the present building, which was begun in 1077. St Albans Abbey was the principal medieval abbey in England. The scribe Matthew Vickers lived there and the first draft of Magna Carta was drawn up there. It became a parish church after the dissolution of the Benedictine abbey in 1539 and was made a cathedral in 1877.

St Albans School was founded in AD 948. Matthew Paris was educated there and it is the only school in the English-speaking world to have educated a Pope (Adrian IV). Now a public school it has, since 1871, occupied a site to the west of the Abbey and includes the 14th-century Abbey Gateway. One of its buildings was a hat factory, a link with the city's industrial past.

On Abbey Mill Lane, the road between the Abbey and the school, are the palaces of the Bishops of St Albans and Hertford and Ye Olde Fighting Cocks, claimed to be the oldest pub in England.

Between 1403 and 1412 Thomas Wolvey was engaged to build a clock tower in the Market Place. It is the only extant medieval town belfry in England. The original bell, named for the Archangel Gabriel sounds F-natural and weighs one ton. Gabriel sounded at 4 am for the Angelus and at 8 or 9 pm for the curfew. The ground floor of the tower was a shop until the 20th century. The first- and second-floor rooms were designed as living chambers. The shop and the first floor were connected by a flight of spiral stairs. Another flight rises the whole height of the tower by 93 narrow steps and gave access to the living chamber, the clock and the bell without disturbing the tenant of the shop.

Two battles of the Wars of the Roses took place in or near the town. The First Battle of St Albans was fought on 22 May 1455 within the town, and the Second Battle of St Albans was fought on 17 February 1461, just to the north.

A street market on Wednesdays and Saturdays, founded by Abbot Ulsinus, still flourishes. In 1553, Henry's son Edward VI sold the right to hold the market to a group of local merchants and landowners via letters patent which also incorporated St Albans as a borough. The old market hall, which dated from around 1596, was replaced by the Corn Exchange in 1857.

Before the 20th century St Albans was a rural market town, a Christian pilgrimage site, and the first coaching stop of the route to and from London, accounting for its numerous old inns. Victorian St Albans was small and had little industry. Its population grew more slowly than London, 8–9% per decade between 1801 and 1861, compared to the 31% per decade growth of London in the same period. The railway arrived in 1858. In 1869 the extension of the city boundaries was opposed by the Earl of Verulam and many of the townsfolk, but there was rapid expansion and much building at the end of the century, and between 1891 and 1901 the population grew by 37%.

In 1877, in response to a public petition, Queen Victoria issued the second royal charter, which granted city status to the borough and Cathedral status to the former Abbey Church. The new diocese was established in the same year, in the main from parts of the large Diocese of Rochester.

In the inter-war years it became a centre for the electronics industry. In the post-World War II years it expanded rapidly as part of the post-War redistribution of population out of Greater London. It is now a popular tourist destination.

My visit would once again see me delving deep into the cauldron of history. Barring snippets of the information above, I knew a few choice facts about St. Albans. CAMRA are based in the city, which did at least bode well for its many fine drinking establishments. Nicolas Breakspear, to date the only English Pope (Adrian IV), was born and educated in St. Albans and the city is also responsible for blessing/cursing (delete as applicable) the alternative music scene with both Enter Shikari and Trash Boat.

I set out on my Hertfordshire adventure on a warm and sunny Tuesday. On paper St. Albans should be fairly easy to get to. It's on the main train line towards London but it appears that direct trains from Nottingham no longer run there. Instead, I was faced with the prospect of a double change, first at Kettering and then again at Luton. I always find you can judge your proximity to the capital by the improving quality and efficiency of the trains. It being mid-August and the summer holidays in full swing, I braced myself for delays and overcrowding. I was pleasantly surprised to have my journey go off without a hitch. There were no holdups and the trains were surprisingly quiet, as the diesel driven monstrosities gave way to smooth, electrically driven machines. It was just as well that my journey went smoothly given that St. Albans is verging on prohibitively expensive to get to. Even my super off-peak return ticket cost me the best part of £70 and meant that I couldn't leave Nottingham before 10am or leave St. Albans before 6pm. After almost two and a half hours, I finally arrived at my destination, St. Albans City, the main train station, just before 12.30pm. I was concerned that I wouldn't have enough time to visit all the venues that I had crammed onto my itinerary for the day so, without further ado, I strode out into the glorious August sunshine, ready for an afternoon of exploration.

Leaving the station I turned left onto Station Way and followed this, slightly uphill until I reached the end of the road, where I then turned left onto Hatfield Road. My first stop, and first glimpse into St. Albans many pubs, was situated a few minutes walk further along this road. Before too long, it appeared on the left. My day would begin at The Mermaid.


The Good Beer Guide 2024 listed Mermaid is a friendly, welcoming community local. It was the first purpose built pub of its era, rather than just being a traditional taproom. The pleasant exterior, with a small drinking area, gives way to an impressive interior. The J-shaped bar sits in the centre of a largish room, which is decorated with mirrors, old pub signs and various other breweriana. The seating consists of wooden tables and chairs. A small snug is at one side of the room, with another smaller room to the right of the main entrance. Various CAMRA awards are displayed within as the pub is a regular winner of the local branch's Cider Pub of the Year award. To the rear can be found a recently enlarged, covered beer garden which also features an outside TV for live sport. The beer selection justifies the pub's selection as a GBG entry. 7 handpulls sit on the bar. 6 of these, in two banks of 3 offer a selection of regular and guest beers. On the day my choices were Oakham Citra, Wantsum Heart of Darkness, Nethergate Suffolk County, Listers Special Ale, Broad Town Bobby's Tipple and Batemans Summer Swallow. The seventh hand pump, standing alone, is reserved for cider and in this case it was Gwatkin Game Cock. Upon entering I had been warmly greeted by the very friendly, Frank Carter lookalike, barman who looked like someone who would not take any nonsense but would also be an excellent person to have on your side. After a moment's perusal, I selected the Suffolk County (4%) from Nethergate Brewery (£2.30 a half) and took it to a table opposite the bar. Despite the fantastic weather, with a long day ahead, I would spend most of my pub time sat inside, so as not to peak too soon. Suffolk County turned out to be a great beer with which to quench my thirst and start my day. Nethergate's flagship beer is a chestnut brown best bitter with biscuity malt flavours and warming, roasted undertones. Well-rounded on the palate, it leads to a superb bitter finish. So far, so good, and my beer was gone in no time. The Mermaid had been a great start to the day. Onwards!

Leaving the Mermaid, I turned left and continued a short distance down Hatfield Road until I reached Upper Marlborough Road where I took a left. This took me down towards Victoria Road, beset by roadworks, where I crossed over and continued on, down a small pathway in front of the Beehive pub (not featured on this trip) and emerging onto Keyfield Terrace. The next few pubs on my journey are all very close together which did at least save on walking time. The first of these, on the right hand side of where I'd entered the street, was the White Hart Tap.


Another Good Beer Guide listed pub, both in 2024 and in many previous years, the White Hart Tap is a one-room back-street pub. There is a small outside drinking area to the front, primarily consisting of picnic tables. A small flight of steps leads into the pub proper, with the square, island bar sitting directly opposite the entrance. Seating is wooden tables and chairs but with some comfier seating in one corner. The seating is spread around the pub, including in a quieter area directly behind the back of the bar. The toilets are through a door adjacent to the bar and a doorway in one corner leads out to a raised rear beer garden. The decor is bright and modern with contemporary features. 7 handpulls grace the bar here too, one of which provides cider; Weston's Old Rosie on my visit. The remaining 6 offer an interesting array of beer options. My choices here were: Wadworth Horizon, Timothy Taylor Landlord, Wadworth 6X, Tring Side Pocket for a Toad, Arbor ZZ Top and Pentrich Box of Tricks. I'm a big fan of Arbor Ales, and at least as big a fan of puns, so it was a no brainer to choose the ZZ Top (4.3%) a session New England IPA brewed with Citra and Mosaic hops. I took my half (£2.65) to a small table in the window, slightly off from the bar, to enjoy both it and my surroundings. The beer was delicious! Big tropical and grapefruit flavours and an absolute riot of citrus. Unfortunately, I did observe something here that rankled me a little. Since pubs reopened fully after the various lockdowns, I've noticed a distinct drop in people's ability to display patience. A prime example occurred here. There was one member of staff working the bar on the day. He was a nice chap and was being kept busy with both drink and food orders. At one stage, he was running a sizable food order to a table in the beer garden when two gentlemen, in shirts and trousers, came in, presumably for a lunchtime pint. They stood at the bar, could clearly see that the member of staff was busy doing another task and, instead of waiting patiently, just gave up and walked out. Their loss. The beer would definitely have been worth waiting for. 

From the White Hart Tap, I had a mere few yards to go to reach pub number 3. Reaching the end of Keyfield Terrace, I turned right onto Sopwell Lane, where my next destination greeted me immediately opposite. My attention would now turn to the Hare & Hounds.


This low-ceilinged, split-level pub recently underwent a complete refurbishment and reopened in November 2023. The front entrance leads through into the bar space, effectively a snug, with areas to the right and left of the bar laid out in more of a restaurant style, although food has yet to be introduced. To the rear is an area with TVs for live sport. A garden includes decking and a children's play area. The furniture throughout is primarily of the scrubbed wooden variety with upholstered chairs although there are stools at the bar. The bar here is fairly long and equipped with a bank of 4 handpulls. The beers on offer on the day were Wadworth 6X, and Timothy Taylor Landlord, alongside both SA and SA Gold from Brains, a rarity in these parts. I went for the latter of the two Brains beers and perched on a stool at the bar. I appeared to be the only one sat inside. I could see a few people sat outside, including the two guys who'd declined to wait for service at the previous pub. The Hare & Hounds does have a welcoming character to it, enhanced by the quality of the beer. It had been a while since I'd had anything from Brains so it was a welcome change to be able to sample it again. The SA Gold (4.7%) was well kept. This is a hoppy, refreshing golden ale, brewed with Styrian Goldings and Cascade hops. The end result is citrusy and easy drinking. I paid £2.65 for a half. Whilst the Hare & Hounds hadn't been my favourite pub of the day so far, I was beginning to get a sense of the character of St. Albans and its pubs in general. I was eager to see what else was to come.

I went slightly off-script for my next stop. Another pub stands slightly up the road and almost opposite the Hare & Hounds. It hadn't been on my original itinerary, but I was making good time so I took the opportunity to duck into The White Lion.


The Grade II listed White Lion dates from the 16th century and has been recently refurbished by the owners, Punch Taverns. The pub consists of two rooms. A small, intimate front bar, to the right of the entrance and a much larger main bar to the left, which features much more seating and space for dining. The toilets are located in a raised area in the main bar. More seating is available to the rear, where there is also a suntrap garden. Both interior areas are served by a small bar to the front. The small snug-like front lounge is where you will find the bank of 6 handpumps mounted. I didn't know this though and went left instead of right. Luckily, I was able to ask the member of staff behind the bar about the beer selection and was given a rundown of what was available. 5 of the 6 handpulls were offering beer, namely Adnams Ghost Ship, Timothy Taylor Landlord, Wadworth 6X, XT 4 and Black Sheep Best, with the remaining pump offering Seacider Marmalade cider. In a moment of panic, I decided on the Ghost Ship and retreated to a high table just inside the door to the main bar, listening to the sounds of conversation from the smaller room, which apparently seemed to be employees having a meeting. The White Lion offers CAMRA discount of 20% to members and this is proudly displayed on a board at the bar. To memory, this is the only pub of the day where I saw this openly advertised but I'm not that observant so I may have missed it elsewhere. I also don't have a tendency to ask about it if I don't see it, something that I really need to get out of the habit of. Regardless, the welcome discount meant that my half cost me just £2.24, which made up for the quality of the beer itself. Whilst the Ghost Ship tasted and smelled fine, which at least meant no obvious off-flavours, it was decidedly hazier than it normally should be, suggestive of it approaching the end of the barrel. Ironically, the pub was recently awarded Most Improved by the local CAMRA branch so I suppose it could have been worse. I finished my drink and pushed on.

Leaving The White Lion, I turned right, continuing down Sopwell Lane. Reaching the end, I turned right again onto Holywell Hill. Continuing on, I soon came across an imposing building on the right. This would be my next destination, the White Hart Hotel.


One of the oldest buildings in the city, this Grade II* listed former coaching inn sits opposite St. Albans' famous abbey and was originally constructed in 1470. The Tudor exterior gives way to two small bars around a central serving space. There is an oak-panelled Tudor dining room to the rear. The decor here is minimalist and focuses on original hotel features. A suit of armour stands guard inside one of the doors. Oak panelling and exposed beams are the overriding themes. This is a very atmospheric place indeed. Walking in, as I did, on a beautiful summer afternoon, I was transported back in time and could almost feel the physical weight of the history. The aforementioned bar serves both sides of the hotel and includes 4 handpulls, though only half of these were in use when I went in. My choices were Adnams Ghost Ship and Vale Good Day Sunshine. I was unfamiliar with Vale's beers so the latter seemed like the obvious choice. I took a seat at a table in the left hand room, so I could better absorb the environment. Neither the member of staff on duty nor the other customer seemed to mind. The hotel reminded me in no small way of The George Hotel in Stamford both in terms of aesthetics and atmosphere, due in no small part to the White Hart Hotel's reputation as one of the most haunted buildings in the city. Stories are many. The ghost of a lady in 1820s clothing is occasionally seen drifting around the entrance. She was the victim of a tragic accident during the hotel's days as a coaching inn. Being of lower means than many coach travellers, she was relegated to a raised seat on the upper part of the coach. Upon entering the hotel's courtyard, she was too slow to react to the change in height and was decapitated. Her mournful shade has been reported ever since and her tale retold in a much less forgiving way by Dickens himself in The Pickwick Papers. Another tragic spectre is that of a young girl, the daughter of a former landlord, who died in a fire at the property in 1832. She has been sighted in the back corridors of the hotel on many occasions. A more mischievous spirit is that of a monk seen crossing from the nearby abbey and helping himself to a beer. Whether any of these characters can be linked to the phone calls sometimes received at reception from rooms that are known to be empty, is a matter for conjecture. Back in the mortal realm, I was thoroughly enjoying the hotel and my beer. Good Day Sunshine (4%), is a crisp and refreshing golden ale, with Willamette and Northdown hops. It's a good job it was tasty as a half cost me a frankly preposterous £3.20. I loved my time in the White Hart Hotel all the same. Fair play to anyone brave enough to spend the night!

My day was going very well and there was much more to come. I paused for a brief lunch break, during which a passing gentlemen complimented my Lamb of God T-shirt, before returning to the task at hand. Reaching the top of Holywell Hill, my next destination sits at the junction with London Road. On now, to The Peahen. 


This imposing building was formerly a hotel and was built at the end of the 19th century, replacing a previous premises on the site. A former public bar, operated under the same name, closed in the 1990s and has since been converted into shops. Now operated by McMullen's, The Peahen was refurbished earlier in the year and boasts a modern and stylish interior. I was not prepared for how quirky and cool the interior this place is. A short flight of steps brings you up to the centre of a large open-plan space with bright colours, unique lighting, bespoke fixtures and fittings and interesting touches including bare brickwork on the bar back and an old rotary telephone surreptitiously hung on the wall. An upgraded garden features lots of seating and the added bonus of a table tennis table. The seating inside is various styles of wooden and plush comfort. Being a McMullen's pub, real ale is available from a trio of handpulls, alongside some of the brewery's craft keg offerings. The real ale options included McMullen's IPA and AK as well as Rivertown Ivel. Having been acquainted with McMullen's AK from a trip to London last year, I went for the IPA (4.8%) on this occasion. This proved to be a good idea. Mahogany in colour, McMullen's IPA carries hints of chocolate, coffee and orange zest, amongst a rich and full-bodied flavour. At £2.45 for a half, it was worth it. I sat at a high table across from the bar and marvelled at the unique decor of the Peahen. The pub is popular with students and it's easy to see why. It also becomes strictly over-18s only after 6pm. This was certainly an unexpected gem, something that I've noticed is a theme with McMullen's venues. I need to seek out more of them. Purely for comparison purposes you understand.

My next location was one that I'd been looking forward to since planning my trip to St. Albans. Leaving the Peahen, I crossed the road and headed to the Market Place, located a short distance away. Situated here, you will find The Boot. 


This Grade II listed pub is believed to date back to 1422 but has been much altered in the intervening years. The flower covered awning at the front is a splash of colour in the shadow of the iconic clock tower opposite, which is currently covered in scaffolding and undergoing repairs. Inside, the pub is one room arranged around a bar at the back of the room. Seating, in the form of basic scrubbed tables and chairs are located around the perimeter and there are windows looking out over the historic market place. The clientele are of a mix of all ages and the decor is muted and welcoming. When I walked in, the in-house music was Kansas's classic 'Carry On, Wayward Son'. It's like they knew I was coming! This was by far the busiest pub of the day at the time of my arrival. The outside seating area was full and the inside was bustling, although there were a couple of spare tables. The bar boasts 8 handpulls, with 6 for beer and 2 for cider. There were certainly some intriguing options: Oakham Citra, Left Handed Giant Citra Pale, Tring Side Pocket for a Toad, Titanic Plum Porter, Timothy Taylor Landlord and Harvey's Sussex Best Bitter. The cider options were Thatcher's Stan's Big Apple and Weston's Old Rosie. I was tempted by the Oakham, then the Harvey's but I finally decided on the Citra Pale (4.4%) from Bristol's Left Handed Giant, largely on the basis that I don't see their beers in cask very often. Paying £2.45 a half for the privilege, I moved to a table near to the end of the bar, close to the kitchen which turned out to be a local business specialising in tacos. I could also hear the earmarks of any decent pub: jovial banter between bar staff. Its always pleasing when the staff in a pub are clearly enjoying being there. It lifts the mood and contributes to the atmosphere. It helps when the beer is banging! The Citra Pale was everything you'd expect. Citrusy, fruity and tropical but somehow dialled up to 11! It could easily give Oakham's flagship example a run for its money. The Boot truly is a lovely, welcoming and relaxing place to visit. Whether you're marshalling three very cute lamb-like dogs under a table, like a gentlemen nearby, or you're a visitor to the city who is out to explore, this is a must-visit pub. How it isn't in the Good Beer Guide is beyond me! It's not all positivity and light though. There is a gruesome story attached to the pub. In 1840, a visiting soldier became acquainted with a lady of the night and took her upstairs to complete their transaction. When he emerged in the morning, he was covered in blood and the lady was no longer of this world. As punishment, he was shipped off to Tasmania (then Van Diemen's land and used as a penal colony). His unfortunate victim may remain though. The landlord's son, who lives upstairs, has reported, on more than one occasion, the sensation of somebody lying next to him in bed when he's been known to be alone. No thank you.

Less sinister things were afoot at my next destination. As much as it pained it me to leave The Boot, there was much more exploring to be done. Crossing the Market Place, I headed down Romeland Hill. Following a quick side quest to photograph the cathedral, I continued on, where the road soon becomes Fishpool Street. Located along this very picturesque avenue, is the Lower Red Lion.


Built in the 17th century, this Grade II listed pub is Good Beer Guide 2024 listed and is regarded as an early champion of CAMRA's core values. The single entrance leads through to two rooms, both served by a central bar. To the right, is an area of wooden seating with an open fire and a small raised area beyond, featuring a dartboard. To the left, a single level space with more of the same seating. Throughout the decor is minimalist but full of character with bric-a-brac and old photos. The landlord has run the pub for a number of years and has a very good reputation. The pub was unfairly demonised on social media a while ago for its staunch anti-child, pro-dog policy. The backlash was such that a board inside the door now includes the names of, and distances to, the nearest child-friendly pubs in the area. To be honest, I can't help but side with the pub. Not every pub should, or has to, admit children. Plenty of pubs do, which is fine, but there's simply no need to kick off at the ones that don't. As a hospitality veteran, I can confirm that children are much more badly behaved, noisier and messier than dogs, so I am all for spaces that don't allow them in. If you're one of those people who kicks off when pubs don't allow kids in or don't let them run riot, you are part of the problem and the reason that the rule exists. Rant over. Back to the bar. The bar at the Lower Red Lion features 6 handpulls. During my visit, 5 of these were in use. Two were occupied by cider, in the shape of Thistly Cross Whisky Cask and Old Rosie. The remaining three were offering a choice between Nethergate Venture, 3 Brewers of St. Albans Special and Ilkley Pale. I'd yet to give anything from 3 Brewers ago so opted for the Special at £2.30 a half. I manoeuvred to a table opposite the large fireplace (thankfully not lit) and enjoyed my beer. This is yet another very comfortable pub for a tipple. If you're after a quiet drink, with minimal distractions, this is the place to come. Just be wary of the large step up to the toilets. The beer itself was very good. Special English Ale (4.8%) is deep copper in colour from the use of chocolate malt, and a hint of berries from English hops. It's very well balanced and drinkable and was a finalist in the 2017 Champion Beer of Britain contest, and deservedly so! Whatever the pub's stance on children, one uninvited guest has remained. The apparition of an unknown woman has been seen in the upstairs rooms. Who she is, and what connection she has to the property, remains unknown but she is also believed to be linked to the unexplained shaking and movement of bedsteads. 

On I went, leaving the Lower Red Lion and continuing down Fishpool Street until I reached an alleyway in the middle of a row of houses. Turning into this, and following it to the end, brought me to Portland Street and another Good Beer Guide 2024 listed pub, this time The Portland Arms. 

 


The first of two Fuller's pubs to feature on my trip is a community local tucked away in a residential area. A small seating area at the front leads to a flight of steps up to the front door. This leads through into the main room, arranged around a central bar with a separate seating area in a room beyond. A further carpeted area with more seating is at the rear. Seating is arranged around the room, in the form of wooden tables and a mix of normal chairs and banquette seating. A small number of stools allow sitting at the bar. Upon entering this pub, I committed a heinous crime from which I will never full recover: I stepped on a dog. In my defence, he was lying directly in the doorway and happened to be the same colour as the floor tiles and in no hurry to get out of the way. It didn't help that I'd come in from bright sunshine and my eyes hadn't adjusted. I felt awful but, luckily, the little Frenchie who had been my unintentional victim allowed me to fuss him by way of an apology. No harm done, apart from to my soul. Being a Fullers pub, The Portland Arms is well equipped with real ale. 4 of the 5 handpulls on the bar were offering beers from their own range: Dark Star Hophead, Fuller's ESB, Fuller's London Pride and Gale's Seafarers. I decided on the ESB (£2.90 a half) and pulled up a stool at the bar, the better to hide my shame and regret from canine judgement. As expected, the ESB was cracking. My go to Fuller's beer is normally London Pride but I was grateful that I'd switched it up here. I was much more careful when leaving the pub.

From The Portland Arms, I continued down Mount Pleasant, took a left onto Branch Street and continued on into St. Michael's Street where my next location soon hove into view. I was now at The Six Bells.


Another pub listed in the 2024 Good Beer Guide, The Six Bells dates from the 16th century and takes its name from the peal of bells located at the nearby church of St. Michael. Inside, the pub is one room, with the bar extending across most of the rear. Pew style seating and traditional wooden tables make up the furniture. A real fire is to one side and there are numerous original features including white-washed walls and exposed beams. 6 handpulls greet you on the bar, offering a selection from near and far (unintentional rhyme klaxon). I was faced with a choice of Vale Wychert, Tring Fanny Ebbs (stop it), St. Austell Proper Job, Timothy Taylor Landlord, Oakham JHB and Vale Red Kite. The Red Kite (4.3%) interested me the most and so I parted with the sum of £2.50 for a half and made my way to a table in the corner of the room. As well as its beer, The Six Bells is known for being very dog friendly and this was evidenced by dog bowls throughout and treats available on the bar. I can't wait to have a dog again and be able to take it to the pub. I can confirm that The Six Bells' beer reputation is more than justified. The Red Kite was excellent. Chestnut in colour, there are warm toasted malt flavours and a satisfying blend of autumn spice. Too autumnal a beer for a summer's day? Not when it's this good!

I had a bit more of a walk ahead of me but at the other end I would reach an absolute icon of St. Albans pub culture. The quickest route to my next stop took me through the nearby Verulamium Park, which runs alongside the river Ver. The sun was beaming down now and the lack of any discernible breeze made the heat feel quite oppressive. In the moment, I didn't care. The park was busy without being too crowded and the walk was enjoyable, with green parkland on my right and the shaded riverbank on my left. It was well worth it, knowing that there would be a beer at the end. Soon enough, I crossed a bridge over the river and reached what is the very definition of an old-school destination pub: Ye Olde Fighting Cocks.


This is believed to be the oldest pub in the entire country. Not St. Albans. Not Hertfordshire. Not southern England. The entire country. Whilst there are a small number of other pubs that dispute that claim, parts of Ye Olde Fighting Cocks allegedly date from the 8th century. It is octagonal in shape and originally housed pigeons. The current building was finished in 1485 and was renamed from the Round House to the Three Pigeons in 1756 before becoming the Fighting Cocks sometime in the 1800s, due to the hosting of cock fights on the premises. Whether the building is as old as claimed or not will likely never be confirmed but being able to visit the pub is, I'm not ashamed to say, a bucket list moment as far as this blog is concerned. Many of the original features still remain, such as the low ceilings, various nooks and crannies throughout and an original bread oven next to one of the fireplaces. If the tales that are told are true, these physical features aren't the only remnants of bygone times that still remain. Rumours of a secret tunnel to the nearby cathedral abound but nobody seems to be sure whether these exist. Ghostly figures in monks' habits have been seen on several occasions, including by one bartender who witnessed a procession of monk-like figures coming out of the cellar to take seats a nearby table. An intriguing feature was that they were only visible from the knees up. They disappeared shortly after being seen. Strange movement of objects when nobody is watching has also been reported. Whilst it makes perfect sense that these ecclesiastical brothers might be continuing their journey through the secret tunnels in search of liquid refreshment many centuries after their departure from this realm, the fact that the stories only seem to date from 2001 means they should be taken with a pinch of salt. What's not in doubt though, is that there is good beer available here. The bar features 8 handpulls and, at the time of my visit, 4 of these were in use, offering Purity Pure UBU, Purity Mad Goose, 3 Brewers of St. Albans Copper and Adnams Broadside. The Pure UBU set me back £2.60 for a half and I decided to investigate the large, raised outside patio which I was surprised to find had plenty of space. I procured a table, and a much needed parasol, and set about recovering from the exertions of my walk here. I was really pleased that I'd been able to make it to this pub. Notwithstanding anything else, the history here is fascinating. The beer was decent too. The Pure UBU refreshed and revitalised me and went down very swiftly. It seemed a shame to leave Ye Olde Fighting Cocks, with its questionable ghostly monks, excellent beer garden and elderly Labrador (a customer's) pottering around amongst the benches. Still, my glass was empty and it was time to depart.

Departing the Ye Olde Fighting Cocks from the beer garden entrance I turned right and continued down Abbey Mill Lane. Turning off in the shadow of the cathedral, I re-emerged on Sumpter Yard and turned left so that I was back on Holywell Hill. Reaching the top, I turned right onto London Road and continued on. A few minutes further on brought me to my next destination. All aboard the Great Northern.


This Good Beer Guide 2024 listed pub was originally known as the Alma before changing its name to reflect its proximity to the now closed (but preserved) railway station on the old line to Hatfield. Grade II listed and independently owned, it underwent a major refurbishment in 2014/15 that completely changed the internal layout. An old semi-circular central bar has been removed and replaced with a rectangular replacement at one end of the building, to the left as you enter. The modern interior is bright and airy and there is a large garden which includes a heated marquee. Away from the bar, there is a room of additional seating to one side. The toilets are adjacent to the bar. Furniture is modern and a mixture of benches, chairs and high stools. Of the 6 handpulls on the bar, 4 of them were in use when I visited. These provided a choice between Dark Star Hophead, Mad Squirrel London Porter, Marston's Pedigree and St. Austell Proper Job. I wasn't really in the mood for a porter but the Proper Job caught my eye instead. After paying £2.50 for a half, I sat on a stool at the bar and took in the pub's modern, friendly surroundings. A lot of the tables were reserved for later in the evening, which certainly suggests the pub is popular. A small group of older gentlemen had gathered in the corner at one end of the bar and there was another guy sat by himself but overall it was fairly chilled. The Proper Job was just as it should be. When St. Austell beer is kept well, it's amongst the best and that was indubitably the case here. 

Two pubs to go and the penultimate venue required retracing my steps. Leaving the Great Northern, I turned left and headed back down London Road to the cut-through next to the Beehive that I'd utilised earlier. Making my way back down Keyfield Terrace, I bypassed the White Hart Tap and turned left onto Albert Street to visit a pub that I'd been determined to get to but didn't open until 5pm, the Good Beer Guide 2024 listed Garibaldi.


The second Fuller's pub on the route, this late Victorian premises is named after the 19th century Italian patriot who allegedly lodged in St. Albans whilst in exile. Since its construction, the pub has been extended twice. Entry is up a short flight of steps which brings the drinker into a square room with a central, island bar. Seating, in banquette and wooden table configuration, traces the perimeter of the room. Further seating can be found to the rear. Two TVs are mounted on the wall, with a third in the garden, located to the side of the pub. I decided to pull up a stool at the bar again. It took me a little while to get served as the landlord was giving a couple a tour of the cellar, accessed down a ladder directly behind the bar. It later transpired that they were ITV location scouts looking for a pub cellar to feature in a new drama. The delay did at least give me a chance to look at the options. Three of the 7 handpulls were occupied with Fuller's ESB, Fuller's London Pride and Dark Star Hophead. Having already partaken of ESB earlier in the day, I went for the London Pride (£2.50 a half) on this occasion. It turned out to be a great decision. The Pride was superb and exactly what I would have expected. Whilst I enjoyed my half, I eavesdropped on the landlord discussing the TV crew visit with a regular and was able to ascertain that he runs the pub with his mother. The way he said 'mother' put me in mind of Norman Bates or Johnny Nice Painter from The Fast Show. Still, at least the beer was good and walls weren't black like the walls of Hell.

I had one more pub left before I needed to head to the station. Once again, I reversed my route, heading back up the cut-through to London Road. However, this time I continued up Upper Marlborough Street and took a right onto Victoria Street. Appropriately enough, my last pub visit before returning to Nottingham would be at the Robin Hood.


This Good Beer Guide 2024 listed pub is very handy for both the train station and St. Albans City F.C., if you feel so inclined, and is also the recipient of numerous CAMRA awards including Cider Pub of the Year for both 2023 and 2024. Inside, there is a single bar to one side, with seating at other end of the room including behind the front windows. A jukebox, dart board, table skittles, board games and daily newspapers add to the ambience and there is also a secluded garden to the rear. As well as a frankly obscene number of boxed ciders, there are 3 handpulls on the bar. At the time of my visit, the beers on offer were Otter Ale, Harvey's Sussex Best Bitter and Ossett Silver King. After a moment's deliberation, and another compliment on my T shirt from the man behind the bar, I ordered the Otter Ale (4.5%) for £2.55 a half and wandered over to the window to enjoy. The Otter was cracking. A premium, mahogany ale, it's bursting with flavour, well balanced and with a delicate sweetness. All-in-all, it's an absolute belter. The Robin Hood is a cosy and friendly pub and definitely a worthwhile stop off on the way to or from the station and/or a local football match. It was certainly a decent place to round off my day's activities. Beer supped, I made the short walk back to the station in time to get the train half an hour earlier than planned and, thanks to short turnover times between connections, was home much earlier than expected.

What did I make of St. Albans? In all honesty, it's hard to put into words quite how much I enjoyed it. The pubs were excellent and the beer was as good as I'd have expected with this being the heartland of CAMRA. I am amazed and thrilled by the quality of the beer that I discovered and the uniqueness and variety of the pubs I visited. It's no exaggeration to say that, across the 14 pubs I made it to, St. Albans has ended up being one of the best pub trips that I've ever done. That claim sounds even more staggering when I think of all the pubs that didn't make the cut. There were many more I could have added, and many more I could have taken a punt on on the way past to somewhere else. Still, I've got to save some for next time, eh?

Pub of the day: The Boot was the highlight. Great beer, fantastic pub, staff with just the right amount of sass. Why it isn't in the Good Beer Guide is anyone's guess.

Beer of the day: Left Handed Giant Citra Pale. Phenomenal. Blows the original Oakham version out of the water.

Biggest surprise: The Peahen. So much quirkier and cooler than I expected.