5pm and a brisk walk down to the Old Steine for a 700 Coastliner bus to Shoreham and straight into the Old Star micropub, which was crowded with people and 4 dogs. The latter (I hope) did not improve the atmosphere, but we put up with it to enjoy Bristol Beer Factory’s Southville Hop – 6.5% of glorious hoppiness, and a subsequent half of Nine Tails from Black Cat Brewery – deep, dark and fruity. Meanwhile Richard (the owner) had set out slices of pork pie, 5 different cheeses, a chopped up French loaf, and open jars of pickles, so we tried a few things before bursting back into cold fresh air and making our way west to the Piston Broke bar.
I had the Gun IPA and Jackie had cider from local makers Seacider. Then on to the Ropetackle for 7pm supper (Chicken and mushroom pie, carrots, peas and sweetcorn, followed by apple crumble and custard – excellent for a cold night) and a little Dark Star Hophead. Took another pint into the auditorium, where we sat in the front row, centre to see and hear Martin Carthy do a great set.
A full house (200) including three women from the Archaeological Society, Mary Lou and John from across the road, and two Round Hill residents, one being Jill from Jackie’s book group. Such a small world.