Ever since I was a young child, gazing in awe at my father’s Newcastle United jersey, or watching him drink bottles of Newkie Brown during episodes of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, I have had a positive inclination towards Newcastle Brown Ale. And now I’m finally old enough to drink it!
Wylam, Northumberland, 8 December, 2017.
“Living George Stephenson’s dream as I hurtle along towards Wylam, horn asounding, tracks a clacketing.” -Riley Strother, journal entry
“If ever you rest amongst the elderflower, foxgloves and swaying summer grasses of Kingcombe Meadows, prepare for a performance. A nimble golden harvest mouse, no larger than your thumb, uses its talented tail to somersault from stem to stem in search of wild barley and floral flavours. We’d give this grassy gymnast a gold medal every time!”
-from the back label of this beer bottle!
Another Samuel Smith’s beer that I have taken the time to get to know during my post work pints, and on my days off!
For the final matches of Group H, I chose to take an extended lunch break in order to watch the first half at a nearby pub (Burns Hotel does not have televisions, as do none of the Samuel Smith’s pubs). On this occasion I chose The Old White Swan (part of the Nicholson’s chain) which is actually a collection of buildings, many of which originated during Tudor times. Despite the warm weather, I opted to go for the intriguing coconut milk stout!
It’s World Cup time, and that means I’m watching a lot of football, and drinking the odd beer or three. To accompany the Iceland-Nigeria match, I drank a Bishops Finger.
No, it was not brewed in either nation, but right here in England. Look, I don’t know, I’m sure there were at least a few bishops in Iceland and Nigeria who happened to have fingers on their hands, right?
The final stop on our travel day to Cambridge was in Oxford, where we had a round in The Eagle And Child, famous for being the preferred watering hole of the Inklings! If you don’t think you know who they are, you might be mistaken, for the Inklings included none other than J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, and a few other guys that I can forgive you for not knowing.