Despite the fact that there were three real ales on offer I had to revert to a pint of Stella with a dash of lemonade. The addition of lemonade was to take off the harshness of the taste rather than to counteract the punchiness of the infamous Belgian beer.
The setting was superb..
...and it was a beautiful day, now all I had to do was attempt to drink some alcohol, with Shelley's theory on a hangover going round in my pounding head, it's just mind over matter !!
Miraculously pint one went down okay, admittedly it was more Mo Farah than Usain Bolt as far as the speed went but nevertheless I reached the bottom of the glass without too much trouble though I still couldn't be sure of a full recovery remembering my two pint relapse that occurred in London earlier in the year so I stuck with the lager dash choice.
I was feeling that chipper after pint number two that I sprang up the bar to fetch pint number three, checking with Shelley that the kitty had enough in it to cover the round. Imagine my horror therefore when I discovered that it hadn't !! I dashed embarrassingly outside for a top up though with rounds at a kitty sapping £17 it was little wonder that we were a little bit lacking in the monetary department.
We left the place that describes itself as 'Poole's best kept secret' and headed for the next pub...
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