Over there, down below, is captured the essence of what we have missed out on over the course of the sodden spell recently endured in lieu of ‘summer’.
It’s a pint of Dizzy Blonde, foaming and full of potential, gleaming like a jewel in the rays of Wednesday’s freakishly visible sun.
A rare pleasant evening, then, and so it was with a spring in my sprinting step that a beer garden worthy of the weather was sought out and occupied.
The Grapes at Goosnargh provided this and more. Most notably, so far as this column is concerned, ale perfect for drinking in (and drinking-in) the solar radiation.
Top of the shop was a pint of Moorhouse’s Pride of Pendle, a session bitter I’ve quaffed before but seldom enjoyed so much. Light and creamy with a rich amber body, delicate aromas of malty biscuit filled my hooter as the glass tipped, and these along with a soft citrus tang followed through onto my tongue.
Despite my best efforts at sipping, this pleasant ale hung around in the glass for no more than five minutes, and so back to the bar I raced, returning with meals ordered and that Dizzy Blonde in hand.
Long a favourite, this was as fine a drop as has come my way this year. Lively as a labrador pup in the pouring, this Robinson’s golden ale has a fresh grassy scent and packs hoppy refreshment to spare.
Again, tragically, its time on this Earth was short, and with food taking a good half hour to arrive I knew my third and final pint could not be a flighty summer gulper.
Opted for a Sharps Doom Bar, slightly heavier going, this nutty ruby ale did indeed tie me up until the last chip.
Three grand pints, all fresh as a daisy and obviously handled with care and knowledge.
Worth a visit for that alone, but if you should feel peckish I can tell you this cosy country pub does a tremendous club sandwich and a burger from beef heaven.
And who knows, maybe the sun will shine and let you enjoy their idyllic beer garden too.
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