Two trains took me to Kirkby station, from where I headed off in bright sunshine, almost immediately getting lost in the back streets. After a bit of doubling back I recovered my bearings and reached Melling and the Horse & Jockey:
No-one in apart from the barmaid, and with no sign of any handpumps I had a half of lager.
Peering through the door it looked like the larger restaurant room was also empty.
Next, a long walk in the sunshine along country roads, to the Pear Tree:
Just two other customers were visible, finishing their luncheon, while the barman tidied up behind the counter.
The two handpumps were out of use, so it was lager again for me.
Another deserted pub, I guess we're in the mid-November doldrums before the Christmas rush begins. Actually, I went to what was described as a Christmas beer get-together with some friends on Saturday in Glasgow, so technically it's begun for me!
Another long walk, initially in the countryside and then in more urban surroundings got me to the never visited before Windmill:
I could hear the occasional clack of pool balls, so I concluded there were at least two more customers in the other side.
I looked round with my architectural eye: How much is original in here? I'm guessing the matchboarding and the plain carved wood counter front, but I suspect the layout of the room has been altered and some walls knocked down. Still pretty much a classic 60s estate boozer, though.
More pool players arrived as I finished my pint.
Not too far to walk to my next target, the Farmers Arms:
Inside I found one plain well cared for room with the most customers I'd seen so far today, about six. The landlady was playing pool with one of them, while the rest chatted.
Surprisingly, there was a handpump on the counter with a Doom Bar clip, but I wasn't going to risk it, so it was Carling again.
Next, I caught a bus back to the railway station, for my last two ticks. Continuing today's theme of nobody about, I had the bus to myself initially. Annoyingly, I got the one that goes the long way round, and then when it finally reached the station I pressed the bell too late, and had to walk back from the next stop, but eventually I reached the Carters Arms. It was much too dark for a photo by now, but luckily I'd snapped one a few hours ago, when I arrived:
I used to come here regularly twenty years or more ago, and apart from a good redecoration it doesn't seem to have changed much here in the lounge side.
No real ale, my half of Carling was served in a glass from the fridge, as if it wasn't cold enough already!
Finally, the Railway, again photographed earlier today:
The two-bar interior is partly knocked through, but there's still a separate side room where I sat alone.
Unusually, they don't seem to have Carling, so I had Fosters for a change.
I glanced at the telly at the end of the room. CHELMSFORD HAS BEEN ABANDONED said the large caption. What, the whole city? Where have they all gone? And how will I tick the Wetherspoon's now? Time to go home!
Pub of the day: Difficult. None of them stood out, but all were good. I think perhaps the Farmers wins, because I only went there to photograph a closed pub!
Miles walked: 5.3
Maybe coming soon: St Helens, Bromborough