Sunday lunchtime at Woods, lad with PSP (kids in pubs, help!), missus looking at local hate hack in MOS, I with beer. It’s London Pride, a rare sighting in this area. Will the marvellous barman hands over a fresh cask, tapped at 2pm, so get first pint. Bright and brassy in the glass, topped by a loose head that wouldn’t pass muster up north. A couple of former Londoners at the bar take great joy in saying ‘pint of Pride’, as do I after a couple. It’s lovely, a gorgeous drop, ringing hop notes on the nose (think hops rubbed in hands) and and then the biscuit, cracker fresh malt notes, bloody lovely. Better pint of it than I have ever had in London, though Carlos and I muse over the joy of ESB (which I am told is coming). There’s also Burton Bridge Mild, and a couple of Vale beer in the cellar — are the latter two any cop?
