In view of the warm weather I eschewed my usual Guinness and went for a pint of Carling instead. It must be summer - the glass came out of the fridge!
Gentle background music mingled with the chatter of the regulars, which included a lot of swearing - Mainly from the "little old lady" in the corner!
On to the Salisbury:
There were only two or three regulars here, and this time the swearing came from the barmaid, who was passing on some gossip relating to behaviour after the reds' disaster on Saturday. One of the regulars apologised for her language and told me not to be frightened. (Any attempt to blend in on my part always fails as soon as I order a drink in my "southern" accent. They immediately know I'm a stranger.)
The traditionally decorated interior is particularly well done in here.
Next, the Queens:
Some property program on the telly provided the sound here, mingling with the chat of the three regulars. The partly opened up layout retains two sides and two counters, and is very pleasant.
The TVs were switched to racing from Redcar, where it was so foggy that we, and the commentator, couldn't see the horses. Nothing like the glorious sunshine here.
As I drank my lager, the barman set to work taking down red and white paper chains, perhaps another leftover from Saturday's match?
When I'd finished I visited the gents, which was very tatty and the tiled walls were black with mould. Quite a contrast with the rest of the pub. As I emerged, one of the regulars grinned and said "crackin' in there, in't it!".
I headed down to the eternally busy "Dock Road", here called Rimrose Road, and the Gateway Hotel:
I must say the higgledy piggledy slightly chaotic interior rather appealed to me, it probably has a good atmosphere when there's a few customers! It really is a well done pub.
I drank my fourth Carling and watched some antiques-related show on the big screen. Eventually, someone came in, doubling the custom. He was soon joined by two friends (and a dog), and then another couple came in, so suddenly it was "busy"!
Finally, just across the junction is the Caradoc:
The conversation here ranged over the pruning of apple trees and multiple other topics, liberally sprinkled with swearing again, of course.