Wednesday, April 17, 2024

A Gazetteer of Gloucester

Spring is finally here! The days are longer, the evenings are lighter and the weather is, allegedly, warmer and more settled than it has been after the gloomy days of winter. With that in mind, I was able to get and about last week. Forgive my absence last month. March ended up being a busy and expensive one but things should hopefully be back to a greater sense of regularity going forwards. Famous last words. Anyway, last week, I took it upon myself to make the journey over into Gloucestershire for what would be this particular county's first appearance in the blog (I think!). My aim was simple: investigate the city of Gloucester in search of its best pubs and, in general, acquaint myself with a place that I've heard mixed things about in the past. What followed would confirm some suspicions but also surprise me in pleasant and unexpected ways. But first, the history bit. 

Gloucester  is a cathedral city and the county town of Gloucestershire in the South West of England. Gloucester lies on the River Severn, between the Cotswolds to the east and the Forest of Dean to the west; it is sited 19 miles (31 km) east of Monmouth and 17 miles (27 km) east of the border with Wales. Gloucester has a population of around 132,000, including suburban areas. It is a port, linked via the Gloucester and Sharpness Canal to the Severn Estuary.

Gloucester was founded by the Romans and became an important city and colony in AD 97, under Emperor Nerva as Colonia Glevum Nervensis.

It was granted its first charter in 1155 by Henry II. In 1216, Henry III, aged only nine years, was crowned with a gilded iron ring in the Chapter House of Gloucester Cathedral. Gloucester's significance in the Middle Ages is underlined by the fact that it had a number of monastic establishments, including St Peter's Abbey, founded in 679 (later Gloucester Cathedral); the nearby St Oswald's Priory, founded in the 880s or 890s; and Llanthony Secunda Priory, founded in 1136. The town is also the site of the siege of Gloucester in 1643, during which the city held out against Royalist forces in the First English Civil War.

A major attraction of the city is Gloucester Cathedral, which is the burial place of King Edward II and Walter de Lacy; it features in scenes from the Harry Potter films. Other features of interest include the museum and school of art and science, the former county jail (on the site of a Saxon and Norman castle), the Shire Hall (now headquarters of the County Council) and the Whitefield memorial church. A park in the south of the city contains a spa, a chalybeate spring having been discovered in 1814.

Economically, the city is dominated by the service industries and has strong financial, research, distribution and light industrial sectors. Historically, it was prominent in the aerospace industry.

In 1926, the Gloucestershire Aircraft Company at Brockworth changed its name to the Gloster Aircraft Company because international customers claimed that the name Gloucestershire was too difficult to spell. A sculpture in the city centre celebrates Gloucester's aviation history and its involvement in the jet engine.

From the city's Roman name, Glevum, Anglo-Saxon migrants after 410, with their fledgling feudal structure, the Kingdom of Wessex, replaced the area's Romano-Celtic society and changed the city's name to Caerloyw, Gloucester's name in modern Welsh, while recognising the presence of the Roman fort. Caerloyw is a compound of caer, meaning 'fort, stronghold, castle', and loyw, a lenition of gloyw as it would have been pronounced by many speakers, meaning 'bright, shiny, glowy'.

A variant of the term -cester/chester/caster instead of the Welsh caer was eventually adopted. The name Gloucester thus means roughly "bright fort". Mediaeval orthographies include Caer GlowGleawecastre and Gleucestre.

Glevum was established around AD 48 at an important crossing of the River Severn and near to the Fosse Way, the early front line after the Roman invasion of Britain. Initially, a Roman fort was established at present-day Kingsholm. Twenty years later, a larger legionary fortress was built on slightly higher ground nearby, centred on present-day Gloucester Cross, and a civilian settlement grew around it. Probably the Roman Legion XX Valeria Victrix was based here until 66 and then Legio II Augusta as they prepared to invade Roman Wales between 66 and 74 AD, who stayed later until around 87.

Gloucester became a Colonia in 97 as Colonia Nervia Glevensium, or Glevum, in the reign of Nerva. It is likely that Glevum became the provincial capital of Britannia Prima.

Within about 15 years new privately constructed properties replaced the earlier barracks and public buildings, temples and bath houses were under construction in stone. Piped water began to be supplied. Drains and sewers were laid. On the site of the legionary principia an imposing central forum was laid out surrounded by colonnades and flanked on three sides by part-timbered ranges of shops. Closing off the south of the forum was the 100m x 40m Basilica. Many fine homes with mosaic floors were built in the town.

At its height, Glevum may have had a population of as many as 10,000 people. The entire area around Glevum was intensely Romanised in the second and third centuries with a higher than normal distribution of villas.

At the end of the 3rd century or the start of the 4th, major changes were made to the city's 2nd century wall. It was replaced in two stages by a stronger and higher one of stone resting on massive reused stone blocks. In the second stage, the blocks rested on deep timber foundation piles. Stone external towers were added; two parallel wide ditches were also cut in front of the new walls.

Remains of the Roman city can still be seen:

  • Many archaeological artifacts and some in-situ walls in the Gloucester City Museum & Art Gallery
  • The remains of the Roman and mediaeval East Gate in the East Gate Chamber on Eastgate Street.
  • Northgate, Southgate, Eastgate and Westgate Streets all follow the line of their original Roman counterparts, although Westgate Street has moved slightly north and Southgate Street now extends through the site of the Roman basilica.

Withdrawal of all Roman forces and many societal leaders in about the year 410 may have allowed leading families of the Dobunni tribe to regain power within the now Roman-influenced, interconnected and intermixed Celtic Brythonic local people. This intermix is reflected by the fact a large minority of basic words and available synonyms in Welsh have a Latin base. In the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle Gloucester is shown as part of Wessex from the Battle of Deorham in 577. At some point afterwards, along with the rest of its shire excluding the Forest of Dean, Gloucester was part of the minor kingdom of the Hwicce. In 628, as a result of the Battle of Cirencester, that kingdom became a client or sub-kingdom of Mercia. From about 780, the Hwicce was no longer feigning any pretense as a kingdom and became part of Mercia. Mercia, allied by matrimony and sharing a desire to counter the Danish onslaught as had conquered swathes of the wider island at large, submitted to Alfred the Great's Kingdom of Wessex in about 877–883. A 20th century writer intuitively adds that Roman stem Gleu- Glev- was, doubtless, pronounced without any final consonant. Claudia Castra is mentioned in the 18th century as a possible Latin name related to the city.

The first bridging point on a navigable, defensive barrier, great river and the foundation in 681 of the abbey of St Peter by Æthelred of Mercia, favoured town growth; and before the Norman conquest of England, Gloucester was a borough governed by a portreeve, with a castle which was frequently a royal residence, and a mint. In the early 10th century the remains of Saint Oswald were brought to a small church here and shrine built there, a draw for pilgrims. The core street layout is thought to date to the reign of Æthelflæd in late Saxon times.

In 1051 Edward the Confessor held court at Gloucester and was threatened there by an army led by Godwin, Earl of Wessex, but the incident resulted in a standoff rather than a battle.

After the Norman Conquest, William Rufus made Robert Fitzhamon the first baron or overlord of Gloucester. Fitzhamon had a military base at Cardiff Castle, and for the succeeding years the history of Gloucester was closely linked to that of Cardiff.

During the Anarchy, Gloucester was a centre of support for the Empress Matilda, who was supported in her claim to the throne by her half-brother, Fitzhamon's grandson, Robert, 1st Earl of Gloucester (also known as Robert of Gloucester). After this period of strife ended with the ascent of her son Henry to the throne Henry II of England, Henry granted Robert possession of Cardiff Castle, and it later passed to William Fitz Robert, 2nd Earl of Gloucester son of Robert. The story of the Anarchy is vividly told in a series of 19th-century paintings by William Burges at the Castle.

Henry granted Gloucester its first charter in 1155, which gave the burgesses the same liberties as the citizens of London and Winchester. A second charter of Henry II gave them freedom of passage on the River Severn. The first charter was confirmed in 1194 by King Richard I. The privileges of the borough were greatly extended by the charter of King John (1200), which gave freedom from toll throughout the kingdom and from pleading outside the borough.

In 1216 King Henry III, aged only ten years, was crowned with a gilded iron ring in the Chapter House of Gloucester Cathedral. During his reign, Eleanor, Fair Maid of Brittany his cousin was briefly imprisoned at Gloucester Castle as state prisoner from 1222 to 1223, and from 1237 to 1238, in addition to sometime during the reign of King John.

Gloucester's significance in the Middle Ages is underlined by the fact that it had a number of monastic establishments, including St Peter's Abbey founded in 679 (later Gloucester Cathedral), the nearby St Oswald's Priory, Gloucester founded in the 880s or 890s, Llanthony Secunda Priory, founded 1136 as a retreat for a community of Welsh monks (now near the western bypass), the Franciscan Greyfriars community founded in 1231 (near Eastgate Shopping Centre), and the Dominican Blackfriars community founded in 1239 (Ladybellegate Street). It also has some very early churches including St Mary de Lode Church, Gloucester near the Cathedral and the Norman St Mary de Crypt Church, Gloucester in Southgate Street.

Additionally, there is evidence of a Jewish community in Gloucester as early as 1158–1159; they lived around present-day East Gate Street and had a synagogue on the south side, near St Michael's church. Gloucester was probably the home of Rabbi Moses, who established an important Anglo-Jewish family. The Jews of the town were falsely accused by the Dominican monks of murdering a child, Harold of Gloucester, in an attempt to establish a cult similar to that of William of Norwich, which failed entirely. Nevertheless, the accusations were recycled around the time of the Edict of Expulsion. In January 1275, Eleanor of Provence expelled Jews from all of the towns within her dower lands, and the Jews of Gloucester were ordered to move to Bristol but finding an especially difficult situation there, relocated to Hereford.

In the Middle Ages the main export was wool, which came from the Cotswolds and was processed in Gloucester; other exports included leather and iron (tools and weapons). Gloucester also had a large fishing industry at that time.

In 1222, a massive fire destroyed part of Gloucester.

One of the most significant periods in Gloucester's history began in 1378 when Richard II convened Parliament in the city. Parliaments were held there until 1406 under Henry IV of England. The Parliament Rooms at the Cathedral remain as testimony to this important time.

Gloucester was incorporated by King Richard III in 1483, the town being made a county in itself.

The City's charter was confirmed in 1489 and 1510, and other charters of incorporation were received by Gloucester from Queen Elizabeth I and King James I. Princess Mary visited Gloucester in September 1525 accompanied by her ladies and gentlewomen. She was met by the Mayor, John Rawlins, at Quedgeley. Her father Henry VIII and his then Queen, Anne Boleyn, visited in July 1535. They used Gloucester as a base for hunting trips to Painswick, Coberley, and Miserden. They left Gloucester for Leonard Stanley, on their way to Berkeley Castle.

Gloucester was the site of the execution by burning of John Hooper, Bishop of Gloucester, in the time of Queen Mary in 1555. In 1580, Gloucester was awarded the status of a port by Queen Elizabeth I.

The 16th and 17th centuries saw the foundation of two of Gloucester's grammar schools: the Crypt School in 1539 and Sir Thomas Rich's School in 1666. Both still flourish as grammar schools today, along with Ribston Hall and Denmark Road High School.

During the English Civil War, the fall of nearby Bristol encouraged the reinforcement of the existing town defences. The siege of Gloucester commenced in 1643 in which the besieged parliamentarians emerged victorious. The Royalist's plan of bombardment and tunnelling to the east gate failed due to the inadequacy of the Royalist artillery and the besieged sniping and conducting artillery fire on the Royalist encampment.

By the mid-17th century, only the gatehouse and keep of Gloucester Castle remained, the latter of which was being used as a gaol until it was deemed unsuitable and demolished in the late 1780s. By 1791, the new gaol was completed leaving no trace of the former castle.

In the 19th century the city grew with new buildings including Wellington Parade and the Grade II listed Picton House (c. 1825).

The 1896 Gloucester smallpox epidemic affected some 2000 residents.

During the Second World War, two petroleum storage depots were constructed in Gloucester. A Government Civil Storage depot with six 4,000-ton semi-buried tanks was constructed on the Berkeley Canal in 1941/42 by Shell-Mex and BP and connected to the pipeline that ran from the Mersey to the Avon. It was also connected to the Air Force Reserve Depot and a Shell Mex and BP facility for road and rail loading. Due to severe tank corrosion, it was demolished in 1971/2 and disposed of in 1976. The second depot was an Air Force Reserve Depot with four 4,000-ton semi-buried tanks constructed in 1941/42 by Shell, Shell-Mex and BP at the Monk Meadow Dock on the Canal. Originally, delivery was by road, rail and barge and pipeline. It was also connected to the docks and to the Shell Mex and BP installation for rail and road loading facilities and the civil storage site. It was transferred from the Air Ministry to the Ministry of Power in 1959, closed in the 1990s and disposed of in the later 2000s.

Gloucester's most important citizens include Robert Raikes (founder of the Sunday School movement) who is still commemorated by the name of Robert Raikes' House in Southgate Street. Its most infamous citizen was Fred West.

In July 2007, Gloucester was hit badly by a flood that struck Gloucestershire and its surrounding areas. Hundreds of homes were flooded, but the event was most memorable because of its wider impact – about 40,000 people were without power for 24 hours, and the entire city (plus surrounding areas) was without piped water for 17 days.

In 2009, Gloucester Day was revived as an annual day of celebration of Gloucester's history and culture. The day originally dates from the lifting of the Siege of Gloucester in 1643, during which the city held out against Royalist forces during the First English Civil War.

Prior to my arrival to Gloucester, whilst I knew a smidgeon of the city's rich history, I was largely ignorant of what else the city had to offer, a fact that I was hoping to correct during the course of my day. By and large, Gloucester is fairly easy to reach by train with journey times of just over two hours although, depending on the service, it is not always direct. Having changed trains at both Derby and Cheltenham Spa, thankfully with short turnaround times, I arrived at my destination shortly after midday on what was a pleasantly warm and dry Thursday afternoon. I was in good spirits, primarily due to my train journey being relatively uneventful and fairly smooth. Leaving Gloucester train station and negotiating some refurbishment work taking place immediately outside, I turned right and headed in the general direction of the city centre. A few yards further on, I crossed to the other side of the road and took the next left onto Northgate Street where, a short distance away, on the left, I would find my first stop for the afternoon. My magical mystery tour of Gloucester's drinking establishments would begin at the Northend Vaults.


Originally a merchant's house, the Grade II listed building that is now the Northend Vaults has been a pub since around 1660 but is believed to be much older. It was refronted in the mid-late 18th century, but also features later additions from the 19th and 20th centuries. The pub was formerly known as the Tut 'n' Shive in the mid 90s before becoming just The Vaults. After a brief period of closure at the end of 2013, it reopened in April 2014 under the current name. Previously a Craft Union pub, meaning it was part of EI's wet led pub chain, it is now operated by Stonegate. I was eager to see what a pub in Gloucester would have to offer. The pub's interior is a mix of original features and more contemporary characteristics. The front door leads into a small foyer-style space with seating to either side. The floors are bare wood and there are original beams in situ, along with whitewashed ceilings and green painted walls. The bar is fairly small and located roughly halfway down the room. To the rear is further seating, along with access to a patio garden. TVs are located in most areas of the pub, with an emphasis on sport or daytime television. The furniture is basic scrubbed wooden tables and chairs. The overall layout of the pub is roughly square. Upon the aforementioned bar, I was pleased to see two handpulls, although just one was in use, offering Wadworth 6X. I was greeted by the friendly landlady and the two regulars propping at the bar, both with thick Gloucestershire accents and before long I was retreating to a secluded table in one of the snug-like areas near to the door, with a half of 6X in my hand (priced at £2.10). I may have mentioned this more than once in previous blogs but I like to try and use my first destination of any trip as a way to get my bearings and absorb some of the feel for the wider location. Based on what the Northend Vaults had offered, I was expecting a mix of older 'locals' pubs and more modern venues catering more to visitors and tourists. Time would soon tell how accurate that assessment would be. The Northend Vaults had been a good place to start. I felt welcome and the beer on offer was well kept. Whilst not the best Wadworth I've ever drank, it was certainly tasty and refreshed me after my train journey. Where would my trip to Gloucester take me next?

Luckily, my next two locations are opposite each other and only a short walk from the Northend Vaults. Leaving the pub and turning left, I continued down Northgate Street. A few yards further on, pub number two came into view on the opposite side of the road. Crossing over, I approached the Imperial Inn. 


Another listed pub, this former Mitchells and Butlers property is now owned by Punch Taverns. The pub is Victorian, as evidenced by the glazed green tiles and etched bar windows. The elaborate crest over the door, along with the tiling used to display the pub name, are also nods to its architectural heritage. I approached the door with a degree of trepidation but I needn't have worried, for reasons that will become very clear. Inside, the pub is one large room, a product of a 1985 refurbishment when three original, smaller rooms were knocked through into one large space. The bar is in the left hand corner of the room. Seating is arranged around the edges of the room, in the form of wooden tables and chairs. In general, the interior is relatively unchanged, barring the presence of TVs on a couple of the walls and a dartboard in one corner. The toilets are at the back of the room, through surprisingly narrow doors. The bar features 4 handpulls. Three of these were available at the time of my visit, with a choice of Bass and Fuller's London Pride, alongside Thatcher's Cheddar Valley cider. I decided on a half of Bass (£2.15) and made my way to a table opposite the bar. Then it dawned on me. The TVs in the bar were playing Kerrang. Could it be? Metallica came on the jukebox (Wherever I May Roam). It was true! This is a rock pub! A closer inspection of some of the internal decor, posters and flyers revealed that the Imperial Inn does indeed market itself as a rock pub. A very pleasant and welcome surprise! I hadn't expected to find anything of the sort here so I was very happy indeed to learn that this place existed. It also helped that the Bass was cracking. It was sorely tempting to stay for longer but I had a long itinerary planned so resigned myself to having to move on. Perhaps I'd have time for a revisit on my way back. 

My next stop was a mere stone's throw away. Turning right out of the Imperial, I came to a road junction, across which stands the third pub of the day. Onto The Abbey.


What was once two pubs was converted into one large building some years ago. The Abbey benefits from close proximity to the Cathedral and is renowned for being particularly busy on Gloucester Rugby home match days. Operated by Stonegate, the Abbey was formerly part of Mitchells and Butlers Scream brand of student-oriented pubs but now forms part of the Crafted Social branch of Stonegate's estate. The pub footprint is large and rectangular with a long bar taking up the majority of the main room. The decor is light, bright and modern with neon signs, posters offering deals and slogans adorning the walls. A raised, paved and partly covered beer garden, with bright furniture, can be accessed through a door to the rear. The toilets are located in a nearby corridor. The rear of the pub is split level with a small flight of steps down to an area of pool tables. The seating is largely standard tables and chairs although there are areas of high stools and booth-style spaces near the entrance. Multiple TVs, showing various sports, can be found throughout. Like the previous stops, the pub was fairly quiet when I arrived but it's clearly a venue that does get very busy. On the bar, there are a bank of 6 handpulls. Only one of these was in use on the day but, seeing as it was providing St. Austell Proper Job, it wasn't all bad. I naturally ordered this and made my way to a small table towards the back of the room. The Proper Job (£2.30 a half) was decent. I don't see it on draught nearly enough so it was good to find it in good condition, especially in the kind of pub that wouldn't necessarily be associated with well kept ale. 

I was well into the swing of things by now and it was back out into the glorious Gloucester afternoon. Leaving The Abbey, I turned left and followed the road along. Once I reached Pitt Street, I turned left again, making my way past one of the local grammar schools which either seemed to be returning from lunch or between lessons, judging by the number of uniformed children that were about. My next location lies at the end of Pitt Street, at the junction with St. Mary's Street and was a stop that I was very much looking forward to, given its significant reputation for cracking beer. Next stop: The Pelican Inn.


Dating from 1679, the Grade II listed Pelican is something of an institution in the city. Once briefly owned by Banks' Brewery from 1995-1999, during which time it was called the College Arms, it is now a family-run traditional alehouse, operated by Wye Valley Brewery. Other than the short period mentioned above, the pub has virtually always been called The Pelican, a name thought to derive from the local belief that some of its wooden beams came from Sir Francis Drake's ship The Golden Hind, which began life as The Pelican. Under Wye Valley's 12 years of ownership, the pub has gone from strength to strength. It is a multiple award winner of both regional and local Pub of the Year and Cider Pub of the Year titles and is the current holder of the Pub of the Year award from the local CAMRA branch. It is, perhaps unsurprisingly, listed in the 2024 Good Beer Guide, one of a half a dozen pubs in the city to be featured. I was about to find out why. The pub can be accessed either through the front door, which leads directly into the bar, or through a door in the rear garden, the way that I chose to enter. This took me down a corridor, through a small room adjacent to the bar space, and then into the bar itself. The bar space is small, with original beams, low ceiling and wooden floors, and hop flowers festooned above. Seating is in banquette and small table form. Additional seating can be found in the adjacent room and there is also seating in the garden. The walls are decorated with photos of the local area, alongside many items of brewery memorabilia. A noticeboard inside the front door displays CAMRA awards and notices about upcoming events. The bar is, safe to say, stocked. There are a whopping 10 handpulls, alongside a smaller number of kegs taps and there are also craft cans and bottles for consumption on the premises and for takeaway purposes. The majority of the cask offering comes from Wye Valley. On the occasion of my visit, 7 of their beers were available, specifically Hopping Mad, Butty Bach, Silver Fox, Hopfather, Wholesome Stout, HPA and Atomic Blonde but there were also 3 guest ales in attendance, in the shape of Pentrich Blizzard in the Pines, Grasshopper Devil's Horse and Neptune Pacu. I wasn't going to pass up Wye Valley beer in a Wye Valley pub for love nor money so, after a moment's perusal, I went for the Atomic Blonde (4.4%), billed as a blonde ale brewed with British hops, and parted with the unfathomably reasonable sum of £2 for a half, before finding a table almost opposite the bar. Everything I'd heard about this pub was spot on. The atmosphere was welcoming and friendly, the pub is a beer lover's dream and the beer itself is fantastic! Atomic Blonde is a limited release from Wye Valley and I was glad I'd had the chance to give it a go. It's equal parts fruity and floral with a bitterness from the hops coming through. It certainly seemed to disappear very quickly, which is always a good sign! The Pelican fully deserves the accolades it has acquired and I have no doubt that there will be more in its future. 

I made my way out of The Pelican, regretfully it must be said, and retraced my route to the front of the building before turning left. This took me down behind the cathedral grounds and through an area of housing. Reaching the other side of a small square, I turned left into Westgate Street and continued. Finding the impressive Cathedral on my left, I walked a short distance until I saw a small passageway on the right hand side which would lead me to my next destination. Another pub to feature in the 2024 Good Beer Guide, this is The Fountain Inn.



An ale house is believed to have existed on this site since 1216, the year in which a 9 year old King Henry III was crowned at the nearby Cathedral. He would go on to reign for 56 years. The first known written reference to a pub on this site is in the year 1455, when it was known as 'Savage Ys In'. The present building dates from the 17th century. King William III is said to have ridden his horse up at a shallow flight of stone stairs in this building as a show of contempt for the Jacobites that used to meet here in support of the deposed King James II. In its current guise, a passage from Westgate Street leads through to an enclosed courtyard and the front of the pub. The leads through into the Cathedral Bar which features a panelled ceiling and a carved stone fireplace. The right hand side of the room features low tables and chairs and access to the toilets. The left features more of the same, along with banquette seating and high tables and stools. The bar is roughly central and boasts 7 handpulls. All of these were occupied when I walked in and offered an interesting array of options: Dartmoor Jail Ale, Black Sheep Best Bitter, Adnams Southwold, St. Austell Tribute, Wye Valley HPA, Stroud Tom Long and Timothy Taylor Golden Best. Tom Long is a beer I've long been meaning to try so this one got the nod here. I managed to procure a stool at a high table next to the door with my half (£2.25) and take in my surroundings. This is another atmospheric place for a beer. The history of this place seeps from the walls and it's somewhat overwhelming to think that people have enjoyed coming here for over 800 years. I certainly enjoyed myself. Tom Long (3.8%) is an amber session bitter. It's full bodied and carries caramel notes and a spicy orange aroma. The beer is named after the mythical highwayman of Minchinhampton Common. Whilst weaker than I would normally go for, it more than makes up for it in flavour! The Fountain is another absolute highlight from my trip that I'm glad I took the time to visit. 

Another Good Beer Guide 2024 listed pub was next on the agenda. Making my way back out of the passageway from which I'd entered, I turned right and continued for a short distance down Westgate Street until I reached another passageway, Bull Lane. Turning into this, I soon encountered The Drunken Duck.


The smallest pub in Gloucester, and one of two micropubs on my trip, The Drunken Duck was formerly known as Angie's Bar. Downstairs is one small room with a bar at the end and a small number of tables opposite. There is a unisex toilet immediately adjacent to the bar. An upstairs room is a chill out area featuring board games, music and a piano. Additional seating can be found outside the front of the pub. Duck themed artwork features throughout On the bar sits a bank of 4 handpulls and a trio of these were proffering goodies when I walked in. As well as the house beer, Duck House Bitter, brewed by Butcombe, I had also had the option of Bristol Beer Factory Everytime and Butcombe Lucky Irish Stout. I fancied something darker this time and so opted for the stout (£2.25 a half) before pulling up a chair at a table near the door. Even though, besides myself, the only other customers were a trio of American tourists and a regular with his dog Doris (a lovely, and very friendly spaniel who was insistent on a fuss and even jumped onto my lap), the pub did not feel crowded despite its small size. Instead I felt welcomed and even felt comfortable enough to join in with a conversation about how much of a pain in the arse it is driving around Birmingham. The beer here was also sensational. Lucky Irish Stout (4.8%) is packed full of chocolate and coffee notes with light toastiness, dark fruitiness and a dry finish. It was absolutely exceptional! The most recent trio of pubs had been brilliant. Would the theme continue?

Up to this point, my trip to Gloucester had gone swimmingly. However, disappointment loomed on the horizon. Having left the Drunken Duck, I continued to the end of Bull Lane and turned left. Shortly after, I arrived at the aptly named Cross Keys Lane where, you won't be surprised to learn, I found the Cross Keys Inn.


This 16th century inn is tucked away but relatively easy to find. Two doors lead to one of two bars, one small and one much larger. The smaller bar is square with a small number of tables opposite as well as in a small alcove nearby. The larger room is split level, with a raised stage area for live music. Decor throughout is wooden beams, whitewashed walls and wooden floors. The Cross Keys is a shrine to both Motown and Northern Soul, with a soundtrack to match, and features framed photos of various performers and luminaries from both musical genres across the walls, along with framed vinyl records. During my research into pubs to visit, evidence suggested that the pub serves real ale. Imagine my disappointment when this turned out not to be the case. No handpumps were to be seen anywhere when I walked in and I instead resorted to half a Guinness (£2.20). The landlord was welcoming enough but that's not why I was here. I'm sure the music is enough of an attraction locally and it's clear that the pub attracts a crowd based on that but real ale lovers are better served elsewhere. 

Following the damp squib of the Cross Keys, I was hoping for better from my next destination. Exiting Cross Keys Lane from the opposite end to where I'd come in, I found myself on Southgate Street. A quick stop for lunch revitalised me and I followed the main street down to an archway, leading to a small side street called Marylone, opposite Robert Raikes' House (which is now a pub but unfortunately it's a Sam Smith's venue). Marylone took me into the shadow of St. Mary de Lode church and to a medieval building opposite, which now houses Cafe Rene.


This converted building dates from the mid-18th century and is Grade II listed. Inside, a single bar in one corner serves two rooms. The front room is a bar space with wooden tables and chairs but also unusual features such as an original stone wellhead in the centre of the room and a carved baptismal font over to one side. The rear room is laid out for dining. The walls and ceiling throughout are decorated with empty wine bottles. There is also further seating outside, to the front of the building, in the form of picnic tables. The whole layout is quite quirky but it did also feel a bit open. The rooms are large and it almost feels like the space isn't being fully utilised.  The good news is though, there is real ale here. Three handpulls occupy space on the bar with offerings from within the Greene King range as well as a guest. On the day, I had to choose between Greene King Yardbird, Belhaven 80/- and North Cotswold Windrush Ale. I've not had nearly enough beers from North Cotswold so the Windrush Ale (3.6%) would do the trick at £2.20 for a half pint. I ventured outside to enjoy the sunshine only to discover that the sun had gone in, but it wasn't cold so I settled onto a picnic bench to enjoy my beer and the view of the church opposite. Another weaker option by my standards, Windrush Ale is an amber coloured session ale brewed with English hops. It's malty on the palate and slightly sweet. It's thirst quenching and refreshing enough. Cafe Rene is an odd venue. I wasn't entirely sure what to expect when I first arrived. There's something odd about the atmosphere inside. I'm not sure whether it's the lack of windows which makes it feel like being underground, or whether it's the presence of such random items as a well and a baptismal font in a pub like this. Maybe there's another explanation. The pub is allegedly one of the most haunted buildings in Gloucester, boasting 6 alleged spirits. Amongst the spiritual inhabitants are believed to be a 12th century monk who roams the building with a candle, an elderly woman and a ginger-bearded middle-aged man. The pub was previously known as the Greyfriars Inn so perhaps at least one of these figures dates from this time. The most persistent activity though is that of a poltergeist which has been known to pour spirits from optics, smash glasses and throw bags of crisps around the place. Whatever the explanation for the claimed phenomena, there's certainly something strange in the air at Cafe Rene. No, I didn't find out whose birthday it was........

The next segment of the afternoon required a little bit more walking before it got underway. Heading back out onto Southgate Street, I turned left and headed out of the city centre proper and in the direction of the quayside. The whole area around Gloucester Quays has been significantly modernised in recent years and now includes a whole host of shopping outlets, restaurants and upmarket drinking venues. One such of the latter would be by next stop. Crossing an open square, and ignoring a branch of Wetherspoons, I reached the quay itself. Located on the canalside is the Gloucester Quays branch of Brewhouse & Kitchen.



Part of the national chain of brewpubs, this modern venue overlooks the Gloucester to Sharpness canal and is listed in the 2024 Good Beer Guide. The interior is modern with exposed ductwork, bespoke lighting and high ceilings. The myriad windows allow a bright and airy feel throughout. As with the other venues across the country, a small brewing kit can be seen in one corner where beers are created especially for the pub. Seating takes the form of both tables and booths and is largely of wooden design. Seating can also be found outside for warmer days. The bar is L-shaped and at the centre of the room. The seating is arranged around the interior and a staircase to one side leads up to the toilets. A piano can be found at the bottom of the staircase. On the bar are 4 handpulls, displaying the pub's own brews. On this occasion Shed Head IPA (x2), Stevedore Bitter and Project Cask XPA were available. I went for the latter (£2.55 a half) and found a table over to one side where I also discovered that the venue features TVs which, at the time, were showing the 80s buddy cop movie Turner & Hooch. The XPA (4.5%) is an April seasonal brew across the chain. It's a pale ale with big, citrus hop flavours and tropical notes. It's a very very nice beer, tasting like summer in a glass. I like Brewhouse & Kitchen as a chain and I like what they do with their venues. Whilst they might be a bit modern for some purists, the beer is great and their model is strong. Plus, with all the fuss about beer miles and locally produced beer, how much more local can it get when you're drinking beer in the same room in which it is brewed?

I could have stayed at Brewhouse & Kitchen for another but time was moving on and I had to as well. I retraced my steps back through the Gloucester Quays development until I found myself back on Southgate Street. Turning right, I continued on until I saw my next destination on the right hand side. I was about to have another frustrating experience, this time at Baker Street.



Formerly the Hauliers Arms, Baker Street is a family-run traditional pub dating from the Victorian era. A recent refurbishment has completely updated the interior, which is carpeted throughout. Sherlock Holmes memorabilia features in some of the decor but the pub has no connection to Arthur Conan Doyle or his most famous creation and is simply named after a road that once ran beside the pub but has been truncated by the Gloucester Quays development. This is one of the few pubs in Gloucester, especially in the city centre, that has retained a skittle alley, which is around the corner from the bar. The bar runs along one side of the room. The seating is traditional wooden tables and chairs and the lighting is subdued. A large projector screen occupies one wall of a slightly raised area and there are further TVs to the rear. Sadly, despite the exterior signs loudly proclaiming the presence of cask ale, none can be found here. No handpumps are located on the bar or anywhere else and, on the day of my visit, there was an even bigger issue for the pub as a whole. In lieu of the absence of cask, I attempted to order Guinness but was thwarted in this endeavour as none of the draught products were available. No explanation for this was given but I suspect that this must have been a cellar problem. I find it hard to believe that a pub would completely run out of draught products, even with supply issues, so I'm inclined to blame a technical fault. The end result of this was that I was restricted to fridge products, meaning that I had to lower myself to bottled lager and ultimately paid £3.30 for Estrella which I drank as quickly as possible. 

Determined to put a second negative experience behind me, I continued my journey down Southgate Street, eventually reaching a major road junction. Continuing straight, onto what had now become Bristol Road, I was only a couple of minutes from the next pub. I soon saw it over the road and, negotiating some awkwardly placed temporary traffic lights, I made my way to the Linden Tree.


This Grade II listed Georgian terrace building sits at the end of a row of 10 houses. Building began in 1836 and the row was originally known as Theresa Place. It is now a Good Beer Guide 2024 beer destination pub. The interior features beamed ceilings and an open log fire with an unusual canopy. The front bar features a variety of seating. To the rear can be found a skittle alley, function room and sports bar and there is small patio to the front with picnic table style seating. All manner of bric-a-brac and artefacts are displayed throughout the pub. One bar faces into the front toom and includes 6 handpulls. Three of these were in use on the day in question, with a choice of Wye Valley Butty Bach and HPA alongside Wadworth 6X. Torn between the two Wye Valley beers, I swung for the HPA (£2.10 for a half) and took a seat at a table opposite the bar. The HPA was in excellent condition, fully supporting the Linden Tree's GBG listing. Whilst enjoying my beer, I briefly caught the attention of a Shar-Pei who was investigating the inside of the pub whilst taking a break from helping his human dad paint the benches outside. I was glad that the Linden Tree had lived up to its reputation after my exertions at Baker Street. It's a comfortable and cosy pub that takes pride in its offering and its connections to the local community. 

I had reached the furthest outwards point of my journey so I now began my way back towards the centre, so I would be better placed to easily reach the station in plenty of time for my return train. I wasn't quite done with pubs yet though. On my way down Southgate Street I had identified a pub that hadn't been on my initial itinerary that I thought would be worth a punt. To that end, I retraced my steps and entered The Tall Ship.


The Tall Ship was originally built, in the Italianate style, in the mid to late 19th century, when it was known as the British Flag. In the 1980s, it became The Tall Ships, at which time it was owned by Wadworth. Red Oak Taverns acquired the lease in April 2021 and carried out a major refurbishment that same year. The building has been Grade II listed since 1998 and still retains some of the original architectural features, including sash windows with stone frames and moulded cornices and architraves. It is unclear exactly when the name of the pub became the singular 'tall ship' but this is most likely linked to the 2021 upgrade. Internally, the pub is large with a central bar and a two-bar layout. The front bar features stools at the bar as well as wooden tables and chairs. A mirrored bar back often has amusing quotes written on it. The rear room is adjacent to an outside patio, which was refurbished in 2015. As it turned out, this 'wild card' entry would prove to be a good choice. Amongst the quartet of handpumps, one was in use, with Wye Valley Butty Bach available (£2.10 a half). I took a vacant seat at the bar and enjoyed the sounds of conversation from the regulars and staff around me. The beer was cracking too! I've had Butty Bach many a time in both cask and bottled form and this was up there with the best. 

I had just two pubs remaining on my jaunt around Gloucester and I was intrigued to see what they had to offer the intrepid beer explorer. Carrying on down Southgate Street and then onto Westgate Street, my penultimate destination was not far away. Time now for the New Inn Hotel.


The New Inn is a very old building. It originally came into existence in 1350 when it was built as a pilgrims inn for the accommodation of visitors to the shrine of Edward II in St. Peter's Abbey, which is now Gloucester Cathedral. After falling into disrepair, it was rebuilt in 1450 by a monk named John Twyning as a hostelry for the Abbey. Following the Dissolution of the Monasteries, the inn passed to the Dean and Chapter of the Cathedral and was leased various times until it was sold in 1858. Following the death of Edward VI in 1553, Lady Jane Grey was proclaimed queen from the balcony of the New Inn in an attempt to keep the Protestant succession alive. Her ill-fated reign lasted 9 days before she met her death by execution at the Tower of London under orders of 'Bloody' Queen Mary I. Entry to the inn is through a carriageway from Northgate Street and it is believed to be the oldest surviving complete example of a Medieval galleried inn in Britain. These galleries would have been perfect for performances and many travelling minstrel companies performed here including, it is believed, William Shakespeare himself. Plays are still occasionally performed in the courtyard. The courtyard itself leads to many different areas. A restaurant for guests is to the left, with the bar area, open to guests and visitors, to the right. A further bar area is to the rear and hotel rooms are accessed up a flight of stairs in the corner. Picnic tables provide outside seating. I was excited by the history of this place but much less so by the beer choice. Once again, real ale was non-existent. Guinness was at least available here though so I settled for a half of that (£2.50) and took a seat on a high table by the window overlooking the historic courtyard and enjoying the pop-punk soundtrack, which was strangely at odds with my 15th century surroundings. Historically, this place is fascinating. Just don't come here if you're not a fan of keg beer. Still, there is some additional interest. The inn is allegedly very haunted and holds regular overnight paranormal investigations. Primary activity seems to be poltergeist like with glasses being smashed and drinks spilled, including one particularly alarming event in 2010 when a full pint slid the length of a table, with nobody anywhere near it, and smashed on the floor as if dislodged by unseen hands. The whole incident was caught on CCTV and reported on the regional news, adding to the inn's reputation. Additionally, children's disembodied voices have been heard and even captured on recording devices, when no children are known to be present. Spooky stuff indeed. 

Back on the corporeal plane, my Guinness glass was empty and, whilst I was enjoying the music, I had one more place to tick off. Heading down Northgate Street, I turned off onto St. Aldate's Street. My journey would come to a close at the Turks Head Inn.


Gloucester's first micropub, the Turks Head originally stood on Southgate Street before relocating to its present space in 2022. A central bar serves a square room with seating on banquettes and low tables to the right and inside the large front windows. The left features standing room as well as toilet access. The Turks Head is Good Beer Guide 2024 listed and also has a number of additional quirks that bear mentioning. Be aware that the pub only accepts payment in cash and mobile phones and other similar technology are steadfastly unwelcome. In my case, I used my phone to take the above photo and then stowed it away before I entered and left it in my pocket until I left. Children are also not permitted. The Turks Head is an adult only environment that adheres to traditional values and eschews the trappings of modern technology. In this case though, that's definitely not a bad thing. A bank of 4 handpulls line the bar. When I entered, three of these were in use offering a pale, a red ale and a dark beer. Namely, the available beers were Milestone Cushty Peeve, Parkway Fire & Blood and Wantsum UXB. I had already decided that I would finish my day off with a pint and, as the Turks Head sells all of its cask ales for £3.80 all day every day, it would have been rude not to. I went for the Cushty Peeve (4.5%), a hazy pale ale. This proved to be a great choice with big citrus hop notes, grapefruit and pine on the palate and a crisp finish. Staying for another was tempting but I had no time. The Turks Head is a good example of a micropub that leans more towards a clientele who prefer an escape from our modern world of 24 hour doomscrolling. Some may balk at not being able to pay by card but it's not like you haven't been forewarned. I don't particularly mind if some pubs refuse to take card or cash as long as I make the effort to find out in advance and I'm prepared. After all, as long as I can pay for my beer, I'm not bothered about how.

With the last drops drunk and the last pub ticked off, I was done. I made my weary way back to the train station for my return trip, which was thankfully direct. Once settled in my train seat for the 2 hour and 15 minute journey back, safe in the knowledge I wouldn't have to get off until Nottingham, I reflected on how my afternoon had played out. Gloucester had been an interesting one. It had, in some ways, confirmed some things that I'd previously heard about it but, in other ways, it had exceeded my expectations. I found and enjoyed excellent pubs but I also endured a couple of venues that were a bit of a letdown. This isn't reflective just of Gloucester as a sole entity though. There are other places where cracking pubs sit side by side with venues that maybe need to do a bit more. I don't doubt that the venues in question all attract their regulars and keep their custom, as I doubt that they would still be open otherwise, but it is frustrating when pubs turn out to be less than expected. The flipside of that is the joy and surprise when a pub turns out to be much better than predicted, which has happened more than a few times during the course of my adventures. Gloucester should perhaps be spoken of in the same breath as Peterborough. Places where modernity and tradition collide in a microcosm of the wider country. Was my visit worth it? Yes. Did I learn a lot? Yes. Is it all a bit random and odd? Definitely. But what is life without adventure. 


Pub of the day: The Pelican. Great atmosphere, wonderful aesthetic, cracking beer.

Beer of the day: Butcombe Lucky Irish Stout. Just fantastic.

Biggest surprise: The Imperial Inn. I was not expecting a rock pub when I walked in. 

Friday, February 16, 2024

Another Capital Investment

For the second year in a row, Amy and I headed to London for my birthday this year. Last week, we enjoyed our longest ever stay in the capital, staying for three nights, and completed an excellent itinerary that had been months in the planning. Amongst our usual touristy activities, and the now obligatory theatre show, we planned on visiting a few pubs, in very different areas of the city, to see what they had to offer and also managed to tick off a few genuine landmark beer destination venues along the way as well. Strap yourselves in for what's to follow. This is likely to be a long one.

As normal for our trips to the big smoke, we decided to make use of National Express and get the coach down. This has been our preferred method of transport for a while, as it works out considerably cheaper than getting the train and, in the present moment, is also considerably more reliable. We left Nottingham at around 7.45am and arrived at Marble Arch, our preferred disembarkation point, shortly before 11am. We had several activities planned for our time in London, spread out across the three days, and the first of these wouldn't be taking place until the evening of day one which, to clarify, was Wednesday. That meant we'd given ourselves a whole afternoon to do a bit of exploring. As we were unable to check into our hotel before 3pm, I wanted to check out a couple of pubs that are renowned in the local area for both their history and their excellent beers. Following a brief browse along Oxford Street, we made our way to Oxford Circus tube station. From there, we travelled a couple of stops to Charing Cross where we emerged into a grey and rather unsettled Covent Garden, which was already beginning to get busy. The weather would be a bit all over the shop for the duration of our visit but luckily we were as prepared as we could be. Or so we thought. Having reached Trafalgar Square, we turned right and headed into the back streets of Covent Garden in search of our first stop, a pub that I was determined to visit and whose reputation very much proceeded it. Making our way through narrow alleys, we finally found our way to Chandos Place and The Harp.

Dating from 1785, the pub was known as the Welsh Harp until 1995. For many years, it was tenanted and then eventually owned by legendary Irish landlady Binnie Walsh. Under her guidance, The Harp became Greater London's first ever winner of National Pub of the Year in 2010. It has subsequently won local branch Pub of the Year in every even numbered year since 2014 (being ineligible to win in the intervening 'odd' years) and is the current Pub of the Year for the area. In 2014, Fuller's purchased the pub and, other than upgrading the wiring and plumbing, made a commitment to leave this iconic drinker's pub unchanged. Inside, the old charm still remains. One room features a wooden, pillared bar to the left. High benches and stools occupy space opposite the bar and at the far end of the room. Seating is also located behind the front windows at the end of the bar. The decor throughout is primarily mirrors and portraits of local celebrities. The wall above the bar is decorated with thousands of pump clips of beers served in the pub down its long history. A staircase to the rear leads to an upstairs room, which is normally much quieter than the downstairs space. The toilets are also located on the upper level. Musicians and stage hands from the nearby Coliseum Theatre are amongst the clientele and there is even a rear door specifically for them, allowing them to slip in and avoid the hustle and bustle of the main entrance. I was very pleased to have been able to visit this legendary pub for the first time and both Amy & I were impressed by the welcoming atmosphere and the feel of the place. Next, the most important bit: the beer. 10 handpulls are located on the bar here. Our choices here were numerous: Harvey's Sussex Best Bitter, Dark Star Hophead (doubled up), Bristol Beer Factory Launch Approval, Cellar Head 'Merica, Kelham Island Easy Rider, Sambrook's Pumphouse, Fuller's London Pride, Pig & Porter Plum Porter and Dark Star American Pale Ale. With such a quantity of ales to choose from, I needed a minute but finally went for something local, in the shape of Pumphouse (4.2%) from Sambrook's. Amy decided to start on craft beer and ordered a pint of Beavertown Neck Oil. In total, our pints came to £13.75 which, given the area we were in, we were pleased by. We definitely expected the price to be pushing into the £15 territory. We retreated away from the bar and perched on stools at a drinking ledge, equidistant between the bar and the rear staircase, where we could be slightly away from the crowd but could also take the place in. The Harp is deservedly recognised for its beer quality. As well as its numerous awards, it also features in the 2024 Good Beer Guide. The Pumphouse is proof of why. This is a pale ale with a balanced sweetness and hop character. It's late hopped with the New Zealand hop Wakatua to give a pleasant floral aroma with light spice notes. It's a delicious beer and the perfect one to start off our London excursion. 

The Harp is truly deserving of its iconic status at the heart of Covent Garden's drinking scene and I was hoping that our next stop, at a similarly touted location, would also live up to its regard. Leaving The Harp, we turned right. Heading deeper into Covent Garden, we were able to quickly find our way over to Garrick Street, where our next location can be found down an alleyway. Turning into Rose Street will bring you to the Lamb & Flag.
 
The Lamb & Flag has a reputation for not being the easiest pub to find, although we managed it easily enough. Grade II listed, it is reputed to be the oldest pub in Covent Garden, originally built in 1623, and one of the few remaining central London buildings to still boast a timber frame, which is believed to date from as early as 1688. Much of what is now visible is Georgian and the frontage is a 1958 rebuild. The lamb in the name of the pub refers to the 'lamb of god' mentioned in the biblical Gospel of John, but the pub also acquired the nickname the 'bucket of blood' during the Regency era as it hosted bare-knuckle boxing matches. There are also a number of literary connections to this fine establishment. The poet John Dryden was once viciously assaulted outside the premises in 1679 by thugs loyal to the Duchess of Portsmouth, whom Dryden had allegedly insulted in one of his poems. The upstairs dining room is named the Dryden Room in honour of this incident. Charles Dickens was a frequent patron here when working in nearby Catherine Street, with Karl Marx also dropping in occasionally. In more recent times, the late, great Barry Humphries met the late, great Peter Cook and Dudley Moore in this pub, leading to a long-term friendship. Fullers began leasing the property in 2011 and have owned it outright since 2013, undertaking a sympathetic refurbishment before reopening. This refurbishment has retained a number of the original features. Inside, the pub is higgledy-piggledy and much longer than it is wide. The bar sits adjacent to the front door, with scrubbed wooden furniture arranged around it. To the rear is further seating, as well as a staircase up to the first floor. The toilets are located either side of the central pathway through the pub. A long drinking shelf is located under the front windows, which are opened in warmer weather. They were firmly shut during our visit! Brass plaques located around the interior mark the spot where deceased regulars used to stand, a practice that still continues to this day should any of the current clientele pass on. This really is a spectacular venue to find yourself in. It also turns out to be located next to the head office of a company that Amy handles contracts for at work. We thought about sticking our heads in to say hello but thought better of it. The Lamb & Flag is featured in the 2024 Good Beer Guide and it was time to find out why. Being a Fuller's pub, their beers take centre stage, although there are guest beers available. Across the pub's 8 handpulls, we found the following beers available: Fuller's London Pride (doubled up), Fuller's ESB, Fuller's Oliver's Island, Twickenham Summer Down Under, Stroud Budding, Dark Star Hophead and Gale's Seafarer's. I couldn't bring myself to not have a Fuller's beer on day one in London so went for London Pride. Amy went for Livin' is Easy, a keg beer from Tiny Rebel (total price £13.75) and we procured the aforementioned drinking shelf under the front windows. To say it was early afternoon by this stage, the pub wasn't overly busy, no doubt helped by the pub's tucked away location. Other than us, the clientele seemed to consist of local workers on a liquid lunch and a small group of American tourists. We decided to take the opportunity to grab a bite to eat here as we hadn't had anything since breakfast and the hunger pangs were starting. A BLT sandwich and some chips each and we were feeling rejuvenated. It's easy to see why this pub is highly regarded. The history of its long existence seems to exude from the walls here. The food was great and the beer was superb. I'm prepared to say that this may have been the best pint of London Pride that I've ever had (and I've had a few). We could have stayed all day. At any rate, somebody, or something, seems to have decided this is the perfect place to spend eternity. Low level poltergeist activity has been reported here. It primarily takes the form of an unseen force moving people's bags around the establishment. Who, or what, might be responsible, remains a mystery. Perhaps a former regular is unhappy that somebody is in their favoured drinking spot. 

Lamb & Flag ticked off and the afternoon well and truly upon us, we decided to head over to the hotel to check in, freshen up and then head back out. A short tube ride from Embankment to Tower Hill, followed by a short stroll down Tower Bridge Road took us to our hotel. We checked in, unpacked, briefly recharged bodies and phones and soon, we were on our way again. The destination: Victoria. The reason: we were seeing Hamilton at the Victoria Palace Theatre later that evening. We'd decided to give ourselves plenty of time so we'd be able to get some food before the show, as well as to get our bearings. Arriving at Victoria tube station, we emerged onto the street to see the theatre almost directly to our right. Using that as a wayfinder, we immediately started looking for places where we could while away the time before we needed to enter the theatre. Luckily, I'd identified a potential location, for both food and drink, not far from our present location. Turning right onto Vauxhall Bridge Road, we made our way to the Brass Monkey.

Formerly the Lord Burleigh, the Brass Monkey was originally an 1852 beer house. The origin of the name is a matter of dispute. The pub claims it derives from the nautical term 'brass monkeys', triangular shaped enclosures that were used to hold cannonballs. When the temperature dropped, the 'monkeys' would contract, causing the cannonballs to roll all over the deck, hence the phrase 'cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey'. However, the name is believed to actually be associated with tourist-souvenir sets of brass monkeys made in China and Japan in the nineteenth and twentieth centuries. Inside, the pub is one room, with the bar over in one corner. The decor is light and modern with furniture a mixture of high tables and low sofas. A tiny raised area is at one end, with a staircase to one side that leads to the toilets. Upon researching this place, I was hopeful that this would be a cosy place to enjoy a good pint and some tasty food. Sadly, it was not to be. We were the only customers when we first arrived and I was immediately struck by the absence of handpulls on the bar, with only keg beer available. Being the only ones in, and having already been spotted by the lady behind the bar, we couldn't really just bail out. Instead, we ordered a pint of Neck Oil (for me, albeit begrudgingly) and Amy settled for a large Diet Coke (total price £10.70) and we retired to a table to ponder our next move. The food menu here is Korean food, including tapas and sharers. Neither of us have anything against that particular cuisine, but it wasn't what we were really in the mood for at that particular time so we decided we'd be better served elsewhere, especially when the in-house speaker started playing early-00s R&B and hip-hop. 

On our way to the Brass Monkey, we had seen a place that we knew would serve our purposes better, at least in a food sense if not for beer. Retracing our steps until we were virtually opposite the tube station, we decided to try our luck at Greenwood.

Greenwood is a massive sports bar, located in the huge Nova development on Victoria Street. The frontage is all glass, with multiple entrances leading through into an interior that's best described as an American college common room and library from the 1970s, but on an enormous scale. The downstairs room is a large, open-plan space with industrial-style ceiling and a square island bar, that is overhung by four copper beer tanks. Throughout, there are multiple seating areas. The main room is split level with more intimate areas tucked away at the sides. There are screens everywhere, showing all manner of sports. The bar alone boasts at least a dozen screens. Upstairs, a large bookcase has been decorated with sporting equipment and there is a bookable sports lounge that houses a further 5 screens. There is also an 8-ball pool table and two shuffleboard tables. The whole experience is as if someone airlifted an American sports bar and dropped it into the middle of Victoria. We weren't holding out much hope for the beer choice here and we were proven correct. Beer is dispensed in keg only, although local breweries are often featured. On this occasion we both went for Neck Oil (£15 for two pints) and just managed to find a table. It was already very busy here and seating was at a premium. It was definitely food time now. Food can either be ordered directly from the bar or by scanning a QR code on the menus. We had planned on doing the latter but our table number was missing so it was easier to go to the nearby bar and do things the old fashioned way. The food here was reasonably priced and very nice. Amy had a chicken wrap and I had a hotdog. It's exactly the sort of fare you'd associate with this sort of venue but it fits with the theme and is good quality. We spent a bit of time here, observing the controlled chaos mitigated by the very efficient bar staff. They had a good system in place. Some staff only serve, others take out food and drinks to those who have ordered online whilst some are literally just there to patrol the floor and glass collect. It's easy to see this place being packed to the rafters during major sporting events. Even as a sports fan, I was getting a little bit of screen fatigue and was anxious for some more 'proper beer' before we went to see the show. 

Leaving Greenwood, we turned left and headed back in the direction of Vauxhall Bridge Road, this time swerving off left onto Gillingham Street. I had identified a pub in the area that not only sold real ale but that was also not too far from the theatre. A short walk away, we approached the Victoria Taps.

Built in 1828 as the Warwick Arms, this large, single-roomed pub has also been known as the Brougham and the Elusive Camel, before being christened with its current moniker in 2021. The pub was enlarged in 1898 and the join of this work can be seen from the outside. Now operated by Stonegate, the pub boasts a large, tiled bar, wooden floor and a mixture of seating, including banquettes, chairs and stools. We entered to find the pub very busy although there was plenty of space at the bar. The bar occupies the majority of the right hand side of the room. A raised snug to one side can be booked for functions. The rest of the room consists of modern decor, furniture and subdued lighting as well as a welcome display of LGBTQIA+ flags on the ceiling. We were immediately struck by this, as well as the cheesy 80s and 90s pop soundtrack coming over the speakers. We knew we'd come to the right place! As well as this, my heart was warmed by the sight of a trio of handpulls, 2 of which were in use and offering a choice between Fuller's London Pride and Sharp's Doom Bar. Doom Bar it was to be, with Amy going for an offering from the extensive craft beer wall on the back bar. The two pints set us back £13.55 in total and we perched at the end of the bar as it was literally standing room only. The pub was very busy, especially to say this was a Wednesday evening, and seemed to be full of a couple of work groups but the atmosphere was fantastic. Between the reasonable (for London) beer prices, the all-inclusive vibe and the throwback pop music (including Salt N Pepa and Right Said Fred, before they became anti-vax COVID conspiracy nutjobs), we were really glad to have found this place. It was a pleasant surprise and the Doom Bar certainly passed muster.

The Victoria Taps would be our last pub of the evening. It was finally time! We headed back over to the theatre and made our way inside. Amy had amazingly been able to procure discount tickets, as she regularly speaks to the theatre and they'd also given us a box in the stalls from which to watch the show. We knew all of this going in but what we didn't know was that the box came with butler service. No queuing at the bar for us! And we didn't have to share the box so it made the whole evening even more memorable. As for the show itself, it was incredible! Hamilton is by far, and without a shadow of a doubt, the best musical I have ever seen. I knew it would be good but, wow! After nearly 3 hours in the room where it happens, we endured a very tired tube ride back to Tower Hill and the comfort of the hotel. Thus endeth day one.

Day two dawned even more unsettled than our first day, with persistent rain, grey skies and a wind that belied our weather apps' claims that it was 12 degrees. Absolutely not. After a hearty breakfast, we were just about ready to brave the conditions and see what Thursday would have in store. We had a couple of things booked for later in the day which meant that we had a very loose plan for the morning. We already knew that Thursday would involve a lot of walking, although I don't think either of us realised quite how much. We started off with a tube ride to Embankment and a wander to Trafalgar Square from where we wanted to walk The Mall down to Buckingham Palace and back. Despite the wind, fighting to keep the umbrella from disembowelling itself and the drizzle, we achieved this without incident. I'd never seen Buckingham Palace up close and, whatever your views on the monarchy, it is certainly impressive. Having made our way back to Trafalgar Square, we now intended to do a bit more exploring of Theatreland and Soho. We wandered around for a while, visited the M&M store, a very random Harry Potter shop that I'm not sure was official, and photographed the statues of British screen icons in Leicester Square, as well as a number of theatres to boot. We had a slow stroll through Chinatown, with the weather having abated slightly by this point, and on into the back streets of Soho. I had planned for us to visit a couple of pubs early in the day as we were booked into visit St. Paul's Cathedral in the afternoon. The first of these, once we'd found it after I had, admittedly, gotten us lost was the John Snow on Broadwick Street in the heart of Soho. 

Formerly called the Newcastle-upon-Tyne, although nobody seems to know why, this Victorian pub was renamed in 1956. John Snow (1813-58) was a prominent local medical practitioner of the Victorian age who correctly identified the local water pump as the cause of an outbreak of cholera. Until this discovery, cholera was thought to be caused by a 'miasma' or bad air. Snow's identification of it as a waterborne disease, and the subsequent removal of the pump, led to a dramatic fall in the number of cholera cases in the area. He went on to later fame as the inventor of chloroform, which he would later administer to Queen Victoria during the birth of her son Prince Leopold. Snow's name is now forever immortalised, not just in the annals of medical history but as the name of this back-street street corner boozer. We arrived at the John Snow shortly prior to its opening, hoping to be able to avoid the rain for a few minutes if nothing else. Shortly afterwards, the doors were opened and we were in! To what turned out to be a Sam Smith's pub. Oops. We were here now though and, the first ones in for the day. Once it was established that we were just in for a drink, we were directed through to the lounge bar where we could better peruse our options. This a strange little pub. The trademark Sam Smith's etched glass and wooden interior is apparent. The bar is curved and serves two distinct areas, divided by a partition, which you have to duck down to get through. I've never seen anything like that anywhere else. Why it hasn't been removed is anyone's guess although it is in keeping with the rest of the interior and may well be a listed feature. Seating is in the form of banquettes and wooden tables and chairs. A restaurant area upstairs is reserved for dining. On the bar, as expected, there are no handpumps but there are several keg taps, offering the full range of Sam Smith's beers. Across the ten taps are Samuel Smith Sovereign Bitter, Organic Lager (doubled up), Dark Mild (doubled up), Taddy Lager, Extra Stout, Alpine Lager, Cider Reserve and Old Brewery Bitter. A pint of Old Brewery Bitter for me and Alpine Lager for Amy (£10.30) and we sat in a curved banquette, adjacent to the weird partition and next to a heater which at least helped us dry off a bit. Some of you may be confused by my initial reluctance about Sam Smith's pubs. I have been in some before and some have even featured in the blog but I've had my misgivings since I found out that the brewery owner is against mobile phones, laptops or any kind of modern technology. I'm all for preserving the traditions of pubs but some modern minutiae will eventually encroach on these and can be embraced without going against principles. In the end, I'm wondering whether I've been too hasty. The beer was very nice and certainly reasonably priced! Plus, the staff here didn't seem too bothered about our phones being out on the table so I think it must come down to managerial preference. There had been another reason I'd wanted to come here though. Something strange lurks within. A indistinct figure has been seen in the inner recesses of the pub, with a pained expression on its face, seemingly staring into space. Nobody has been able to provide an identity but it may well be a victim of cholera. Members of staff have also reported the sensation of being watched when alone in the building. Spooky stuff indeed.

Dried off and refreshed, we were now on our way again. Our next planned stop would be closer to St. Paul's so that we would be in close proximity for our visit timeslot later in the day. Leaving the John Snow, we made our way back through the side streets of Soho until we reached the tube station at Tottenham Court Road. A short journey later, we emerged in Holborn where a short walk took us to Hatton Garden, London's famed jewellery district. Off of Hatton Garden, tucked down an alleyway, is the Olde Mitre.

Another pub that can be hard to find (we almost missed it), the Grade II listed Olde Mitre was originally built in 1546 for the servants of the Bishop of Ely, whose London house stood nearby. Featured in the 2024 Good Beer Guide, the pub is identified by CAMRA as having a regionally important historic interior. This site, and the adjacent properties in Ely Place, were cleared when the Crown took control of the site in 1772. The site was rebuilt at the end of the 18th century and the interior is a 1930 remodelling in Tudor-style. There are two rooms, served by a central bar, both accessed from outside. The front room is the smaller of the two, with the larger room to the rear also featuring a small snug ('ye olde closet') located off of it. The original off-sales hatch is located by the entrance and between the front and rear bars. In the front room, behind a glazed panel, is the trunk of a cherry tree that once marked the boundary between the bishop's property and those of Sir Christopher Hatton, a courtier of Elizabeth I, after whom Hatton Garden is named. There are rumours that Elizabeth I once danced around this same tree. Whether that tale is linked to the apparition of a lady in Tudor clothing that is once believed to have haunted the site, but hasn't been reported for some time, is unclear. A narrow staircase leads to the Bishop's Room, used occasionally, as well as the ladies toilets. The gents facilities are outside in the courtyard. A passage around the outside of the pub has repurposed casks used for external drinking. The words 'hidden gem' are used a lot in these pages but this definitely fits that bill. I'd already decided that it had been worth the trip before I'd even seen the offerings on the bar. There are 7 handpulls here, spread across both bars. At the time of our visit, the options were Brick Peckham Rye, Elephant School Gold Rush, Milestone Luck of the Irish, Renegade Good Old Boy, Potbelly Different and Brockley Harcourt Red, with the final pump reserved for Harry's Haymaker cider. Despite being operated by Fuller's the beer choice was purely of the guest variety and I couldn't wait to get stuck in. I opted for the Peckham Rye (4.7%), whilst Amy went for a small Diet Coke to begin with (total price £8) and we grabbed a table immediately next to the bar. We found ourselves in the smaller front bar, at one of only three tables. Another was taken up by a group of local workers who were doing nothing to dispel the yuppie stereotypes whilst a lone gentleman took up the final slot. I was really glad we'd come here. Amy wasn't as much of a fan, largely because of the size of room we were in and also because the lack of background music meant that everyone could hear what everyone else was saying. The beer was cracking though. Amy joined me on the Peckham Rye for our second round and wholeheartedly agreed that it's an ace beer. Red in style, it's brewed with rye malt for an added biscuity quality and dryness. The character is that of caramel, pine, citrus and spice with more citrus on the nose. Overall, there's the flavour of caramel, a residual sweetness and full bodied hit of US hops. A belter if ever there was one. We were looking for some lunch at this stage of our second day. The food offering here is toasties but that was more than enough to satiate our palates. Stomachs appeased and glasses empty, we made our way out. 

It was only a short walk to St. Paul's Cathedral and before long we were marvelling at the majesty of Sir Christopher Wren's masterpiece. The decoration and elaboration of London's most iconic place of worship really is something to behold. I'm not a religious person and have never claimed to be but I can still appreciate the architecture and sheer scale of a place, and its importance, without believing in what it represents. After an hour exploring the Cathedral and all its wares, including the crypt which features, amongst others, the tombs of Sir Christopher Wren himself, the Duke of Wellington, Admiral Lord Nelson and a memorial to Florence Nightingale, we were back out in the unsettled London afternoon, on our way to our next location. The next part of our day would involve another short tube hop, this time to Aldgate East, via Mansion House. The reason for our venturing into this part of east London was simple. We were booked onto a Jack the Ripper walking tour later that evening. We had planned to get there early to get our bearings and hopefully obtain some more substantial food before the evening's activities commenced. We had identified a couple of locations nearby where we could complete both these tasks, and enjoy good beer besides. This area of London has been synonymous for years with the Jack the Ripper case and that would continue to be clear throughout our evening. Having emerged on Whitechapel High Street and identified our meeting place for later, we made our way to the closest pub: The White Hart.

Built in 1721, this former Allied pub is a long, narrow building with a single bar along one wall. Seating opposite the bar is high tables and stools, with lower furniture towards the rear, in a larger space that includes a dartboard. A couple of TVs are located throughout, normally showing news or sport. Wood panelling and old photos of the area dominate the walls, along with Irish memorabilia reflecting the landlord's heritage. 12 handpulls can be found on the bar but, when we walked in, it didn't look like any of these were in use, although some did have pump clips on, albeit facing the wrong way. Instead we ordered two pints of Neck Oil (£14.20), before I managed to spot the solitary handpump offering London Pride. Balls. Still, the landlord was pleasant enough and the pub is light and airy. We procured a seat opposite the bar and Amy charged her phone behind the bar. Despite my disappointment that I missed out on real ale here, it wasn't at all a bad place to while away some time. It also has its own grisly link to the Jack the Ripper case. On 8th August 1888, the body of Martha Tabram was found on the steps outside George Yard Buildings, a block of tenement flats. These were accessed through an alleyway from the street, which used to run next to the pub. Martha had been stabbed 39 times and was quite clearly dead. Although not counted amongst the 'canonical five' Ripper victims, amongst investigators who suggest the kill count may have been higher, Martha Tabram is touted as being a likely victim of the legendary unknown killer, quite possibly the first. Martha Tabram's murder, along with other similar unsolved crimes, including those of the Ripper, are lumped together under a series of incidents now known as The Whitechapel Murders, widely agreed to have taken place between 3rd April 1888 and 13th February 1891. 

Leaving this rather gruesome tidbit firmly in the past, it was time to put The White Hart behind us. Just down the road, although on the opposite side, was another pub and one at which we were hoping to get some food. Our attention now turned to the Hoop & Grapes.
The Hoop & Grapes is a Grade II* listed Nicholson's pub on Aldgate High Street. There has been an inn on the site since the 13th century, although the foundations are believed to date back even further, possibly to the 11th. During renovation work, 13th century tunnels were discovered under the pub which are believed to run to the Tower of London, located not too far away. The pub, in its current guise, was converted from a wine merchants in 1920. The location where the pub stands is 50 yards away from where the Great Fire of London finally ceased and is one of only a handful of timbered buildings still left in the city. Internally, the front door leads through into a small corridor. A snug area is to the immediate right with the main bar area further on. The bar faces into the central room, which is divided up into smaller sections through the use of the internal structure. Timbers and exposed brickwork are visible throughout. The furniture is wooden tables and chairs. The open kitchen sits next to the bar, with the toilets downstairs through a doorway next to this. Compared to the quiet and sedate atmosphere of The White Hart, the Hoop & Grapes was busy. Seating was once again hard to come by, not helped by much of the rear area being reserved for a large group arriving shortly. 8 handpulls are on the bar, with 5 of these in use. As well as Rosie's Pig Cider, the offerings were Dark Star Hophead, Nicholson's Pale Ale, Orkney Dark Island and Black Sheep Burrow's Blonde. I was in the mood for something dark, in fitting with the occasion, and so went for the Dark Island (4.6%). Amy went for a Diet Coke (£12.75 total) and we just about managed to find a small table for two, behind one of the pillars. We had intended to eat here as we both fancied a Nicholson's pie but it turned out that the table we had chosen was also reserved. With no other space available, we vowed to finish our drinks and move on. Luckily the beer was superb! Dark Island is a Scottish dark ale, bringing ripe, fruity and roast coffee aromas with flavours of dark chocolate, dates and nuts. It went down a storm! This was a pub worth visiting for this beer alone. 

Our next objective was definitely to get some food. A quick Google search flagged up a place that seemed perfect. Leaving the Hoop & Grapes, we took a right and then right again onto Leman Street. Heading on down the road, we reached a modern looking development, where we located our target: The Running Horse.

Occupying the ground floor of the Goodman's Fields development, The Running Horse is a modern pub offering real ales, craft beer and food. The glass frontage leads through into a large space with the bar front and centre. Seating is long benches and there are raised areas to both sides of the room. Tank fresh beer is distributed from a vessel above the bar. Everything is very modern and shiny. Three handpulls on the front of the bar offer local beers, in this case a trio from Sambrook's, namely Wandle, Junction and Drop Kick. There was definitely a recurring theme of rugby-centred beers during our trip. It is Six Nations season after all! To that end, I opted for the Drop Kick (4.3%), whilst Amy selected something crafty. After parting with the suspiciously reasonable sum of £11.80, we found a table in one of the raised areas and eagerly scanned the menu. Given its modern trappings and good prices, the Running Horse seemed surprisingly quiet, even for a Thursday in London. Perhaps location and time of day worked in our favour on this occasion. After a couple of minutes to decide, we both decided on the buttermilk chicken burger, which turned out to be ace! The beer was also very good. Drop Kick is a pale ale with a good, clean nose, floral hop notes and a dry, refreshing finish. The Running Horse had turned out to be a great stop off.

Still with a little bit more time to kill (no pun intended) before our walking tour, we decided we could sneak one more pint in. We left The Running Horse, dodging the elaborate equine-themed water feature out the front as well as the rain, which had started to come down aggressively again, and retraced our steps, stopping at a venue that was literally almost next door. Next up, the Leman Street Tavern.

Opened in 2016 as part of the Goodman's Fields development, the Leman Street Tavern is a large bar and restaurant operated by Young's. Behind the brick and glass exterior is a central room, with a round, central island bar, with a restaurant area to the left of the entrance. To the rear, as well as toilet access, is an open kitchen. The design is generally modern with open ductwork and exposed brickwork. This was another very busy venue when we arrived, seemingly full of the post work crowd, some of whom have booked reserved an area to one side. I was initially cheered by the trio of handpumps on the bar, all badged with Young's Original but this turned out to be off so it's back to the craft options. Two pints of Beavertown Gamma Ray later, and £11.70 lighter, we pulled up some stools at the bar to observe the action. The Leman Street Tavern seems to do a roaring trade in cocktails and we watched the time consuming construction of several of these. This is another trendy and modern venue seemingly frequented by people who have no concept of an inside voice. During our time here, we were amused by the general behaviour of the London set and by the saddest pub 'library' I've ever. A shelving unit next to the door housed exactly 7 books and two of these were Harry Potter novels. 

Pints drunk, we made our escape and headed back down Leman Street, past the White Hart to the Whitechapel Art Gallery, from whence our tour would depart. A few minutes later, our tour guide led us, and around a dozen others out into the backstreets of Whitechapel, stopping at all the spots relevant to the Jack the Ripper case, including the locations of the 'canonical five' murders. It was a thoroughly interesting walk which covered all of the known and well-publicised events but also featured less well-known details as well as never before seen photos of both the scenes and victims. Learning the full details of London's most infamous and never identified murderer and, of course the unfortunate victims, against the backdrop of the area where the crimes took place was at times both atmospheric and an intensely sobering experience. Even now, the area around Whitechapel seems to carry the weight of those heinous autumn days of 1888 on the very winds. Towards the end of the tour, we found ourselves in a unique position when it came to our final stop. Not many tours, especially ones of this type, end at a pub. This one does; at The Bell. 

Situated on the corner of Middlesex Street and New Goulston Street, the age of The Bell is unclear, although the current structure dates from the 19th century. In the mid-18th century, a Black Bell Alley stood on this site. Whether the pub is named after this, or after nearby Bell Lane remains unknown. In 1888, William Rose was the landlord here and the pub itself was owned by Truman's. Following William's death, his wife Sarah took over the lease and remained in charge until 1899. Middlesex Street, on which the pub stands, was previously known as Petticoat Lane (a thinly veiled reference to prostitution) and for many years, this was the only pub on the road. As well as being the final destination of our tour, the Bell also has its own ties to the Jack the Ripper mythology. Francis Coles, alleged by some to be the last victim of the Ripper, and the last victim included in the Whitechapel Murders group, was seen drinking here on February 12th 1891, the night before she was found murdered, with her throat slashed. She was accompanied by James Sadler, who would eventually stand trial for her murder but would be acquitted due to having an alibi of fighting with dock workers at the time. Francis Coles' murder was never solved but something may remain. The Bell is allegedly haunted. Disembodied footsteps are heard, ghostly figures have been seen and the lights have a tendency to misbehave, turning themselves on and off of their own volition. Certainly an atmospheric place for the tour to end and, luckily they do good beer as well. The L-shaped bar downstairs features 4 handpulls, 2 of which happened to be available at the time, with a choice of Timothy Taylor Landlord or St. Austell Tribute. I went for Tribute whilst Amy decided on Diet Coke (£9.40) before we headed up to the first floor where our tour would come to and end. The tour ends in this location every time, by prior arrangement with the pub. With the tour drawn to a close, we purchased two books from our excellent tour guide, one about the Ripper case and another about the psychology behind American mass shootings, and returned downstairs to see off the last of our drinks. The interior of The Bell is quirky, with bright lights, good music and eclectic decor throughout. Large murals of local faces occupy the external walls. We thoroughly enjoyed our brief stay here and, in a way, it was a shame that we hadn't been able to hang around for longer. It had been a long day and we were both starting to flag. Luckily we were one tube stop from home. Day two in the books.

Day Three. Friday. My birthday. Our last day in London for this trip would be one conducted at a slightly more leisurely pace than we had managed so far. We weren't expecting to get anywhere close to the near 29000 steps we'd managed the day before but we still had a lot of ambling planned. First things first though. Having revitalised ourselves with breakfast and me choking down the existential crisis I was facing at the thought of now being 37 (aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!), it was back out into the city. The second half of the day would be taken up with the, seemingly now traditional, birthday pub crawl but, to begin with, there was something else on our agenda. To start our day, we would be visiting Westminster Abbey, one of the oldest places of worship in Britain, constructed in the 11th century by the Normans, on the site of a much earlier Anglo-Saxon building. This required a short tube journey to Westminster and before long we were making our way inside. The appeal of Westminster Abbey is less in the aesthetics, as is the case for St. Paul's. In this case, the appeal lies both in the age of the building but also in the myriad of famous burials within its walls. Not only is this the site where British monarchs are traditionally crowned, most recently last year, but is also the final resting place of several monarchs dating back hundreds of years. The most recent monarch to be laid to rest here is George II in 1760, with subsequent monarchs interred at Windsor Castle. Besides all of the royal burials, the Abbey is also the final resting place of several Prime Ministers as well as notable people from the arts and sciences. We arrived not long after opening, showed our pre-booked tickets, and were soon making our way around. Luckily, despite how busy the Abbey was, we were still able to see everything we wanted to see, including the joint tomb of Mary I and her half sister Elizabeth I, the tomb of Mary, Queen of Scots, from whom our current royal family is descended, the tomb of Anne of Cleves, fourth wife of Henry VIII and the tombs and memorials of a number of intellectuals such as Charles Darwin, Charles Dickens, Isaac Newton, Stephen Hawking (a personal highlight), Rudyard Kipling (author, not cakes) and a memorial to the Bronte sisters. Despite the overarching religious significance of this place, being able to see the location of the resting place of the mortal remains of such luminaries was nothing short of humbling. 

Having completed our exploration of Westminster Abbey, the second half of our day was set to begin. I had compiled a pub crawl route that I thought would suit our purposes, reduce the amount of walking required for the day and ultimately lead back to where we were staying. The plan was simple: get the tube back over the river and explore the pubs along the south bank and Bankside, dipping into Borough Market before finishing up on Tooley Street which connects to Tower Bridge Road. From there, it would be a few short minutes back to the hotel. I was excited, as I always am about exploring new pubs or places that I've been researching for ages. Getting back on the tube at Westminster, we travelled a stop or two to Waterloo where we disembarked. The weather had already improved significantly after the previous day but, although the rain had held off, there was still a grey sky and a surprisingly strong wind which immediately did a number on the umbrella as soon as we left Waterloo tube station. Crossing the road, we headed down a neighbouring side street and into the back roads of Waterloo, in the direction of the South Bank. Our first stop had intended to be the Mulberry Bush on Upper Ground but this turned out to be temporarily closed for refurbishment, which looked to be an extensive one based on the amount of work being carried out when we walked past. Thankfully, our next stop was only around the corner. Bypassing the Mulberry Bush, we took a right and then a left onto Stamford Street. Located on the corner is the Thirsty Bear.

Formerly known as the Stamford Arms, this is a large corner pub over two floors. Downstairs, is a traditional pub layout with wooden furniture, dividing pillars and a large bar to one side. The floor is wooden and the decor is bright and wooden. Neon signs, murals and beer adverts, primarily for craft breweries hang on the walls. Another area is accessed up a staircase. Toilets are to the rear. Some tables have their own metered keg dispensers which can be hired out for groups. The bar here houses 2 handpulls. When we wandered in, shortly before midday, just one of these was in use with Home Turf Pale from Portobello as the sole ale. I went for this whilst Amy went for Neck Oil and headed to a quiet area behind the bar. A disclaimer: given the number of pubs we'd be visiting on the day (12) we would mostly be drinking halves. However, we decided to start with a pint here as a warmup. Prices will reflect the different quantities. Our two pints here cost £11.70, fairly reasonable and cheaper than a fair few places from earlier in the week. The Thirsty Bear was quiet at this time of day but it has very much a student feel about it, suggesting that it's likely quite busy at evenings and weekends. What of the beer? Home Turf Pale (4%) is a session pale ale, brewed specially for major rugby competitions. It's crisp, clear and lightly fruity. All in all, a good way to ease into the day's activities. The atmosphere at The Thirsty Bear is relatively chilled. Uniquely, they offer the facility to hire charging packs from a compartment behind the bar. Presumably this is done to prevent people from using the pub's own electricity without asking. It's a decent enough pub and the landlord sounds like Severus Snape. Trust me when I say that, once you hear it, it cannot be unheard!

We'd be edging closer to the river for the next stretch of the journey. Leaving the Thirsty Bear, we immediately turned right and headed through the housing estate behind the pub. Turning right again, we found ourselves parallel with the river, in the shadow of the OXO Tower. Passing some modern office buildings on our left, we turned left into a cut-through, which brought us onto Hopton Street and right above the Thames bank where, immediately to our right, we found the Founder's Arms.

Overlooking the Thames and immediately in the shadow of the Tate Modern, the Founder's Arms is a roughly hexagonal, modern pub, owned and operated by Young's. There is plenty of outside seating for much warmer and calmer days than the one on which we dropped in and the interior is largely open plan. Floor-length windows cover the majority of the exterior. Inside, a long, curved bar runs along most of one wall, with seating arranged throughout. Furniture is wooden tables and chairs. The ladies and accessible toilets are inside the main entrance with the gents located up a staircase to the floor above. All the glass gives the building a bright and airy feel. This pub, and the area in general, are popular with tourists which certainly seems to be the case when we arrive, although the pub is by no means full and we are able to easily find a table. This being a Young's pub, no prizes for guessing which beers dominate. There are 9 handpulls here, divided into banks of 3. These are offering London Original and London Special (tripled) from Young's plus a guest beer, Southwark Bankside Blonde (also tripled). With this Young's pub actually having their own product available we both settled in for a half of London Special (£6.20) and took a seat about two thirds of the way around the room. It's easy to imagine how busy this pub must get in warmer weather, especially in summers like the one the UK has experienced for the past couple of years. The view over the Thames, with St. Paul's silhouetted against the clouds is certainly a picturesque one. Unfortunately, the beer lets this place down a bit. I've had London Special before and it's been better than it was here. That's not to say that the beer wasn't drinkable. It was just a bit mediocre and lacked a bit of the nuttiness and earthy qualities that I would have expected. Still, onto the next.

Making our way out the way we came in, we turned left and continued along the river with the Tate Modern on our right. Shortly, we passed the replica of Shakespeare's Globe, a sure sign that we had almost reached the next pub on our route. Rounding a slight bend, we found ourselves on Park Street, whereupon we found the Anchor. 

This Greene King operated premises dates from the early 1800s, although another pub of the same name stood on the site much earlier. The pub plays on the story that it was rebuilt after being destroyed in the Great Fire of London, although this is impossible as the fire never spread south of the river. It is believed that Samuel Pepys watched the fire's effects from the pub that previously stood on this site. Its proximity to the site of Shakespeare's Globe has led to suggestions that the Bard himself once drank here between performances and he may well have done as it is the closest to where the original theatre once stood. In the 18th century, the previous incarnation of the Anchor also doubled as a brothel and was considered a rather unsavoury area at night. Its closeness to the river was of great advantage to the press gangs, who would abduct unsuspecting merchant seamen into their service. It is from this dark time that the pub's saddest story comes. It it is told that, on one particular night, the local press gang had sized up a likely victim. In their attempts to capture the poor soul, the pub dog attempted to intervene. In the altercation that followed, one of the unpleasant fellows slammed the dog's tail in the pub door, severing it. The dog, badly injured, fled into the night and never returned. Not in mortal form anyway. Staff have reportedly heard the padding of a dog's paws around the pub and some have also seen the spectral form of a dog wandering around as if looking for something. Another, unrelated tale, speaks of muddy child sized footprints randomly appearing in the pub, believed to belong to the spirits of three children who drowned in the river whilst 'mudlarking' (searching for valuables in the tidal shallows). I have only found one source for this latter story so, without corroborating evidence, it's hard to know how much stock to put in it. However, in less ethereal realms, Amy and I entered the Anchor. I had actually been in this pub once before, many years ago, and was eager to see if it was how I remembered it. The interior is split level, with a small flight of steps leading between the upper and lower sections, both served by a central bar. A staircase to one side leads to a further seating area upstairs. As with most Greene King establishments, the furniture is wooden tables and chairs. Toilets can be found in the upper section with more on the first floor. The Anchor was fairly busy when we arrived, largely with the lunchtime crowd and small groups of drinkers. There was still plenty of room however and we were served at the bar in no time at all. 7 handpulls are spread across both sections of the bar. 4 of these happened to be in use, doubled up with Greene King IPA and Abbot Ale. I decided to give the Abbot a try whilst Amy settled for Birra Moretti (a half of each cost us £7.00). We found a table not far from the door we came in through, all the better to appraise the place. I have vague memories of this place being under the Taylor Walker brand when I was last here and they are now under the Greene King umbrella so I suppose not much has changed. I can at least confirm that the Abbot is in good condition. We felt galvanised. Our day was going swimmingly!

Before long, we were on our way again. Our next destination was another few minutes walk away, though still on the riverside. This was a pub that we'd been to on a previous London trip together although it hasn't featured in the blog until now. Passing The Clink Prison Museum and the remains of Winchester Palace, we turned left and found ourselves at the Olde Thameside Inn.

A Nicholson's pub, the Olde Thameside Inn is located in an old warehouse by St. Saviour's Dock, with an excellent view right over the Thames. A replica of the Golden Hinde ship is immediately outside the pub. Inside, there is one main bar that stretches almost the whole length of the room. Tables and chairs are arranged between the bar and windows that overlook the river. An area to the rear is reserved specifically for dining, with the toilers located between this area and the end of the bar. This would be the first of two Nicholson's pub on our radar for the day. An impressive 12 handpulls are on the bar here, although these tend to be multiples. During our visit, the choices were Fuller's London Pride (x3), Nicholson' Pale Ale (x3), Sharp's Doom Bar (x2), St. Austell Tribute (x2) and Titanic Plum Porter (x2). We are both massive fans of the Plum Porter so our choice here was a no-brainer and we took our halves (totalling £6.40) to a round table at the end of the bar. By and large I've always enjoyed the character of Nicholson's pubs. They have a certain charm that really helps you settle into the venue. They also know how to keep beer rather well and the Plum Porter was no exception. It was exactly as it's meant to be: sweet, dark and moreish.

The next venue on our list was another absolute must-do. A bonafide beer destination pub that just so happened to be very close to our current location. Leaving the Olde Thameside in our wake, we turned right, slightly retraced our steps and then turned left after the Winchester Palace ruins. We were now heading towards Borough Market, which itself is a mere stone's throw from the south bank of the Thames. Reaching the end of the road, we turned left onto Winchester Walk and then we saw it: The Rake.

This tiny pub is legendary. Appearing in the 2024 Good Beer Guide, it has a significant reputation for excellent beer and once had messages from more than 200 visiting brewers written on its walls, until these were painted over in a 2017 refurbishment. Inside, there is one small room with the bar to the rear. The rest of the space is given over to furniture, featuring low tables and converted barrel seating. To the side is a covered beer garden, used solely for drinking. The pub's proximity to the world famous Borough Market is just as well as it boasts 18 craft beer taps and 4 handpulls. Light food is provided but customers are also able to bring in food from the market itself, provided they ask first. What was on those 4 handpulls? I shall tell all. Our options here were interesting and varied with RedWillow Breakfast Stout, Fell Atlantic Crossings, Anspach & Hobday English Session IPA and Good Chemistry Time Lapse all available. Amy and I were both instantly drawn to the Breakfast Stout (5.6%) from RedWillow in Macclesfield. This turned out to quite possibly be the best beer-related decision that we've ever made. Brewed with Vietnamese coffee, it starts out with a roasty bitterness which ultimately leads to a smooth, rich dark chocolate and hazelnut finish. This was bloody gorgeous. I can very much take or leave coffee stouts but I could have drunk this by the pint! We sat in the outside area to enjoy our halves (£5.50) and agreed that it was absolutely delicious. A fantastic beer in a fantastic little pub! What more could you ask for?

We were hoping for more of the same at our next stop. Sadly having to depart The Rake, we turned right, heading directly towards Southwark Cathedral which sits right on the very edge of Borough Market. There would be more from the market shortly but for now, we turned left and headed a short distance to the second Nicholson's pub of that day: The Mudlark.
 


Taking its name from the aforementioned 18th century scavenging practice, The Mudlark sits on Montague Close, in the shadow of Southwark Cathedral. Inside, it's a fair bit smaller than its sister pub down the road but no less comfortable and welcoming. The bar occupies the left hand side of the downstairs room with seating throughout used for drinking and dining. An outside area to one side is equipped for unsettled weather with branded parasols and there is a restaurant upstairs. The bar features 8 handpulls, of which 6 were in use during our visit. Once again, these were doubled up and this time featured Theakston Old Peculier (x2), Adnams Ghost Ship (x2) and Nicholson's Pale Ale (x2). It was unusual to see Theakston's this far south so I plumped for the Old Peculier, Amy went for the Ghost Ship (both halves, total cost £6.45) and we pulled up chairs at a small table directly opposite the bar. It had been some time since I'd had Old Peculier on cask but it had been worth the wait. It was as tasty and powerful as ever. We toyed with the idea of having some food here, particularly when I noticed a chicken and chorizo pie on the menu but, in the end, we decided to wait a little bit longer and just stick to liquid sustenance for now. 

It was time now for us to head into Borough Market in search of yet another iconic destination pub. The market, as always, was very busy and hectic and we didn't even manage to have a proper look around. However, after a few minutes of confusion and wayfinding and the help of two security guards, we finally found what we were looking for: The Market Porter.

This classic pub is located on Stoney Street, right next to Borough Market. Listed in the 2024 Good Beer Guide, it still retains traditional early morning market opening hours from 6-9am, but only Monday-Friday. There is a covered drinking area to the front of the pub. Inside, the pub has retained many of its traditional features. One bar sits at the centre of the room, with seating to either side on wooden tables and chairs. When we arrived, the pub was very busy, which I imagine is often the case in such close proximity to the market. Luckily, we were able to get served fairly quickly, which gave us just enough time to peruse our choice from the available 8 (out of 12) handpumps. As well as Weston's Old Rosie cider, the choices were Timothy Taylor Landlord, Fuller's London Pride, Harvey's Sussex Best Bitter (x2), Dark Star American Pale Ale, Portobello Market Porter and Hobgoblin Ruby. I thought it was only fair to give the Harvey's a go. Amy went for Neck Oil and we decided to head upstairs, where the restaurant area is located, accessed up a spiral staircase. The total cost for our halves here was £5.95. The Market Porter is certainly a pub worth visiting for the nostalgia of what a market pub once was. The downstairs room has all the traditional trappings, and features a small, air-conditioned seating area at the rear. Just a note that payments are by card only. The pub also has cinematic heritage and has appeared in such diverse productions as Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, Bridget Jones' Diary and The French Lieutenant's Woman. Part of the exterior of the pub was turned into the Third Hand Book Emporium for the film adaptation of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. We were definitely hoping to get food here and we were in luck. The upstairs restaurant was virtually empty which meant we were served in no time at all. We both chose the Pie of the Day, which turned out to be steak and ale. What can I say other than that it was fantastic! Perfectly cooked, homemade pie, encased in flaky pastry with creamy mash and slightly al dente cabbage. Absolutely wonderful. I make no exaggeration when I say that it was the best pie I've ever had. It was even better washed down with the Sussex Best Bitter (4%) from Harvey's in Lewes, East Sussex. Well balanced and with prominent hop character, it's an utterly delicious beer. We sat for a while in the restaurant, consumed our pies, ordered another round of drinks and took the opportunity to have a bit of a chill. We had a handful of pubs left to go. We unfortunately wouldn't have time to properly explore Borough Market but, based on what we'd already seen, heard and smelled, it's a definite addition to our itinerary for our next London trip, whenever that may be. It's easy to imagine how eerie the local area must be at night, when the market is done for the day and there is naught but silence in the streets. Eerie tales are told of The Market Porter in the darker hours. People walking past the pub after closing time have reported the sight of figures standing at the bar, barely visible through the windows. The till in the bar area has been heard ringing up totals even after it has been emptied. On other occasions, cutlery has been moved around and the tap turned on overnight, leaving the pub floor covered in water the following day. The rhyme or reason for these phenomena has yet to be established.

The next location on the list was another pub with a bit of a film legacy and it was also not far away. Having consigned our empty glasses to the glasswash tray of fate, we retraced our steps through the market, taking a right on our way through. Reaching Bedale Street, our next stop would be the Globe.


Dating from 1872 and located in the heart of Borough Market, the Globe was built in the Gothic Revival style by prolific architect Henry Jarvis, who it is claimed designed more of London's churches than anyone else. The eagle-eyed amongst you may recognise the pub as that above which the title character lives in Bridget Jones' Diary. Inside, the roughly circular facade continues. The bar sits in the centre of the room with an alcove to the left and a door to the right hand side that leads to the toilets. Chandeliers constructed from glass bottles hang over the room. Seating is mostly opposite the bar, in a combination of drinking ledges and stools. There are 5 handpulls here, located on one end of the bar. We were faced with the choice of Globe Tavern Pale, Southwark Borough Market Brown Ale, St. Austell Proper Job, Fuller's London Pride and Timothy Taylor Landlord. I'd yet to have a Southwark beer on this trip and Amy ultimately joined me in a half of the Borough Market Brown Ale (total price £5) and we withdrew to a drinking ledge a short distance from the bar. This is a 4.5% sessionable brown ale with nice malty notes and a delicate bitterness that is not too overpowering. The appearance of the Globe is deceptive. From the outside, it looks like it should be considerably bigger and rounder but, once inside, it takes on more of a half moon shape. 

Our mini movie tour over and done with, it was time for another iconic pub and another that makes Borough Market worth a visit. Leaving the Globe, we continued onto Borough High Street where a small alleyway named King's Head Yard beckons. Down this alleyway, perhaps unsurprisingly, is the Old King's Head.

This traditional pub lies down a cobbled street and is a perfect example of a pub from a bygone era. The stained glass windows and the large murals adorning the walls inside reflect the rich history of the area. The Old King's Head has a good beer reputation, reflected in its inclusion in the 2024 Good Beer Guide. The inside layout is very simple. An L-shaped bar that serves a large bare-boarded space. Various artefacts and bric-a-brac are displayed on shelves above the bar. The bar itself features 4 handpulls. After squeezing our way into what was a very busy pub on the day, we were able to observe the options: St. Austell Proper Job, Harvey's Sussex Best Bitter, Sharp's Doom Bar and St. Austell Tribute. Proper Job on cask is usually a winner so that was my choice. Amy chose Doom Bar and we negotiated our way to a space by the door, where there was thankfully a space to stand, even if it was right next to the toilets. The total cost of our round was £5.95. The Proper Job was definitely a good choice. It was very very nice indeed. The Old King's Head is yet another pub that has more than backed up its reputation. 

Time was ticking on now. Not that we were flagging. We still had a trio of pubs to visit and the sun was beginning to set, which added an extra layer of ambience to proceedings. Having vacated the Old King's Head, we re-emerged onto Borough High Street and turned right. A short distance away, on St. Thomas Street, we decamped to the Bunch of Grapes.

This Young's pub is located round the corner from London Bridge station and sits in the shadow of The Shard, which towers, impressively it must be said, over everything in the immediate vicinity. The ground floor bar is divided up by partitions to make it feel more intimate, with the bar itself to the left of the entrance. Seating is a combination of scrubbed wooden tables and chairs, as well as stools and drinking ledges. Some of the partitions feature mirrors for observation of the surroundings. A large dining room, complete with real fire, can be found upstairs, along with the toilets whilst there is a multi-level enclosed and partially covered patio to the rear. Young's beers are the showcase here. 4 handpulls are available and they featured Young's London Original (x2) and London Special. The final handpull was occupied by Adnams Ghost Ship as a guest beer. On this occasion, Amy and I both went for the Ghost Ship (2 halves for £6.95) and managed to find some spare stools at one of the drinking ledges. The Ghost Ship was as good as we'd expected. I still view it as an underrated cask beer. Perhaps not surprising for a Friday evening, every pub from the Old King's Head onwards would be very busy. The Bunch of Grapes certainly was and it came with an added dose of menace. Whilst we were close to finishing our drinks, we heard one of the bar staff out on the floor mention to another member staff that somebody had tried to steal her phone from behind the bar. The attempt was thwarted but this is always a good reminder to be on your guard, especially in London. 

Night had fallen by the time we ventured back outside. Our penultimate location was a short walk away, back on Borough High Street. Heading right out of St. Thomas Street and then turning left, we finally found the Barrowboy & Banker.

Why 'finally'? Well, we had actually attempted to find this pub earlier in the route but for whatever reason we were unable to do so. Either the pub isn't where Google Maps thinks it is, we weren't where Google Maps thought we were or the pub only appears to thirsty drinkers in their time of need. I like to think it's the latter. Either way, we had now located this massive Fuller's Ale & Pie House, which opened in 1996, after conversion from a branch of Natwest Bank. This is a very impressive building with very tall ground floor windows, marble columns, a very high ceiling with gold plasterwork and wrought-iron railings on the sweeping staircase that leads up to a curved gallery. There is a mix of seating and the walls are decorated with portraits of old bankers (with a 'b', not a 'w') and three enlarged cartoons, in Hogarth style depicting the 'idle barrowboy' and 'industrious banker', the origin of the pub's name. The bar is large and occupies a significant quantity of the far wall of the room. 8 handpulls can be found upon it. Fuller's products take up the majority but there are also some guest ales. During our stay, the options were Fuller's ESB, Fuller's Local Hero People's Captain, Fuller's Grand Slam, Fuller's London Pride (x2), Twickenham Summer Down Under, Tiny Rebel Yippe Try-yay and Dark Star American Pale Ale. Tiny Rebel get what I personally view as unnecessary hatred and it's always nice to see their cask beers on a bar, especially one with such a pun-tastic name. Amy and I both went for a half of the Yippee Try-yay (£6.90 total) and perched at the end of the bar, near a handy water station. There were no spare tables but we at least managed to stay out of the way. The beer was great. Yippee Try-yay (4.2%) is a (obviously rugby themed) slightly hazy pale ale, hopped with Citra and Ekuanot. It's a good combination of floral sweetness and rich maltiness. I've mentioned before about my love for Fuller's pubs. I love the way they adapt and convert buildings without managing to sacrifice the charm of the original. This pub is a great example of that. 

Our excursion was almost at it's end. We had one more pub to go to complete the route. Leaving the Barrowboy, we headed straight across the road and kept going, onto Tooley Street. A few yards further on, our final stop loomed into view. Our evening would end at The Shipwrights Arms.

Built in 1884, this Grade II listed pub has retained much of its traditional layout and features. As well as the impressive exterior, there is an original tiled mural of shipwrights at work, which can be seen inside the pub. The central island bar is original and rare for this style of pub. Seating is clustered along the walls inside the room. There is a heavily rock themed jukebox on the wall, which was unexpected but an excellent surprise, and the pub is located close to the London Bridge transport hub and Tower Bridge, as well as the London Bridge Experience, which was the former home of the London Dungeon. Another very busy pub when we arrived, I was amazed to see 6 handpulls present, all but one of which was in use. These were offering Southwark LPA (x2), Sharp's Doom Bar (x2) and St. Austell Tribute. Having managed to grab a table that was simultaneously close to the bar and jukebox, we decided that, as this was to be our last pub of the night, that we'd finish off on pints. I was intrigued by the Southwark LPA (4%) and decided that would be my choice to round off the night. Amy went for a pint of Camden Pale. The total for this round came to £12.10. We sat at our table and enjoyed the randomness of the jukebox (Tina Turner, Guns N Roses, Aerosmith, Kings of Leon (Sex on Fire, twice, for some reason)) and how pleasantly surprised we were by this pub. The beer turned out to be decent too, and was probably the most reasonably priced we'd had all week by that point. The LPA (London Pale Ale) is light and citrusy and bursting with Citra hop flavour. It's no wonder I liked it so much! We had another round here and then off we went, down Tooley Street to Tower Bridge Road and our hotel, via the local Co-Op for snacks. 
And that's all she wrote. The following day saw us do nothing more than check out, make our way to Victoria and chill at the Traveller's Tavern opposite the coach station until it was our time to depart. It's always sad to leave London.

What a few days it had been. Say what you like about London but there's always something going on and always things to see and do. Our longest every trip to the capital had certainly been rewarding. I experienced the best theatre show I've ever seen and the best pie I've ever eaten, not to mention the best pint of London Pride I've ever had. We also ticked off some fantastic London beer pubs and found some that have a bit more work to do. London pubs are something of an enigma. In my mind, they fall into three categories: the traditional drinkers pubs, with their history and their old buildings who serve cracking beer; the modern, new-build industrial style pubs that prioritise craft beer and appeal to the younger, trendier crowd; and the third category that falls somewhere in between, be they traditional pubs with modern elements, or newer pubs with a more traditional focus. Whatever style of pub you prefer, it's no understatement to say that London has something for everyone. If you can cope with the crowds and the prices and you're prepared to give yourself the time to settle, you can really have a good time exploring London's pubs. I know we do. This is the second time that London has featured in these pages and it definitely won't be the last. Even with 23 pubs on this trip and close to 20 on the last, we're not even close to saying that London is complete. In fact, we're just getting started. 

Pub of the trip: Lamb & Flag, Covent Garden. Atmospheric, historic, comfortable and cracking beer

Beer of the trip: Without a doubt RedWillow's Breakfast Stout. We'd have drunk the barrel dry if we hadn't had plans.

Biggest surprise: The Shipwrights Arms just edges Victoria Taps by virtue of its awesome jukebox and prices