Saturday by train to Portsmouth Harbour station, then the wee ferry across the harbour to Gosport. At the far end of the High Street we found a big armillary dial where the gnomon depicts a small sailing ship which brought Henry De Blois, bishop of Winchester, safely to land at what he subsequently named God’s Port in 1144.
Whilst it was pleasing to see such a fine dial, it seems a shame that the same commissioning borough chose to plant a tree just yards from the south side of it, making it a pleasing ornament, but not a practical dial for much of the day.
Went on to the Queens Hotel at the top of Queens Road, a fine pub I had visited on the weekend we attended the wedding of Laurence and Lynsey some two years ago. Glad to say its still a fine pub, and we sampled Ossett’s Silver King, Ringwood 49er (the landlady said it never recovered from being bought by Marston’s), Bowman’s Wallops Wood and the truly wonderful, locally brewed intensely bitter, highly hopped Oakleaf Brewery’s India Pale Ale.
The beer mats were from the White Horse Brewery, and had a line near the top of the design, ‘We brew beer to drink’, which did not surprise me, but the second half of the line made it clear. At the bottom of the design it continued, ‘and what we have left we sell’.
Lawrence drove over and took us home, where we ate, drank, went out for a walk, caught up on family sagas, dramas and developments, did our best to entertain, and were entertained by Frank (the dog) and Kendrix (the son), and stayed overnight. A good time was had by all, well that seemed to be the case.