Once again, snow failed to deter me from my mission as I took a bus ride to Picton. Actually, as you can see in the photos, it had all melted by the time I arrived.
I started in the Coffee House:
Just the friendly barmaid and me at 1pm on a Tuesday, the weather was keeping everyone else at home, she said.
I decided not to risk the first Doom Bar out of the pump, and stuck to my usual Guinness. Eventually a regular arrived to double the number of customers. I've always considered it a great honour when you go into a pub and they pour your usual without asking.
An ominous black cloud approached from the east as I moved on to the Clock, passing the former Lamb, now an office:
The small dance floor I noted in '03 was occupied by a pool table today, but the glitter ball and other lights suggested they probably wheel it away sometimes.
I walked past umpteen pubs to find my next destination: The Barley Mow (open), the Cock and Bottle (open), the Town Hall (closed and To Let), the Prince Alfred (open), Cuffs (open), the Thatched House (open), Chillies (shutters down) and the Rose (open). At last, I headed up a side street to the Edinburgh:
This beautiful Victorian end terrace is a tiny two room pub. I was the only customer and the landlord pulled through the Liverpool Organic Cascade before serving me a perfect pint.
It must be great to have a comfortable boozer like this as your local!
It would have been even nicer if the real fire was lit, so far in today's researches I hadn't taken off my coat, and I wasn't going to do that here either.
The background music, Classic FM, was an uncommon and pleasant change from the usual pop one listens to in pubs.
Outside it got a lot darker suddenly, and snow started again but it soon stopped. Eventually, as I neared the end of my pint another customer came in, swigged a lager and left.
Back to the main drag, and to the Rose Vaults:
More importantly it was comfortably warm. As I was served a regular lit up a cigarette before the barmaid ordered him out to smoke it, giving the place a faint nostalgic smoky smell.
The music here was back to normal after the Edinburgh, and yet still wide ranging in taste: The Eagles, Genesis, The Wonder Stuff, and The Carpenters! Sadly, these were followed by a terrible cover version of one of the ultimate tear-jerkers - Seasons In The Sun.
Next, on to Cuffs (because it's in the old police station, I presume.) Some of the signage outside says Pound Pub:
The "wandering salesman" was selling coffee, a new one to add to my long list of what I've been offered in pubs (CDs, foreign holidays, bed linen, batteries, aftershave etc etc.)
Time to head for home, there's plenty more pubs in Picton to justify another visit.
Coming next: Maybe Old Swan part two, or how about Moreton?