A Wirral Miscellany

I started a Wirral jaunt on a bus to Greasby, and jumped off outside what used to be the Twelfth Man, and then was Goodwin's, now its the Gravesberie Inn:

Wikipedia tells me Gravesberie is the original Saxon name of Greasby, recorded in the Domesday Book.

Pleasant contemporary chain dining pub decor greeted me.  Unusually for a Greene King pub, there were no handpumps at all on the counter, so I resorted to a half of Punk IPA, which was very welcome in the hot humid weather.

The bar side where I sat was completely empty, but I could hear chatter and the rattle of cutlery from the dining side.

Next, a stroll through quiet suburban streets to Saughall Massie, and the never before visited Saughall:

Another pleasant enough food place and once again one side is dedicated to drinkers, where I sat alone.  There were plenty of people in the dining side, though, and lots of food appeared while I was being served.  Three handpumps offering Thwaites Original, Thwaites IPA, and Gold from, you've guessed it, Thwaites.  On a cooler day I might have nit-picked and reported that the Gold was a little over-chilled, but today it was lovely.

From the architectural point of view, I noted old-looking leaded glass in all the windows.  Some of the matchboarding inside could be fairly old as well, but I suspect most of any history has been refurbished away over the years.

Next, a short walk to the Willows:

Another first visit for me, but would I get a tick?  I entered the lounge side to find a function going on, with tables decorated and a buffet.  I approached the counter and asked if I could come in, the landlady said yes and served me a lager.  Phew!

With all the tables decorated I wondered where to sit, soon heading for the corridor to the bar side where two blokes were playing pool in an otherwise empty room.

It was pleasantly cool, dark and peaceful this side, and I enjoyed my Carling.  The jukebox and the click of pool balls mixed with the clink of glassware from the servery and the distant chatter from the other side to make an ideal pub soundtrack.

More pool players arrived, looking rather damp.  I peered out of the window to see that the rain which had been threatening all afternoon had started pouring down.  And the next target might be closed...

The rain stopped and I headed off.  Rumbles of thunder threatened, and a few drops of rain spotted my tee-shirt as I aimed for the Overchurch.  Would my luck hold out?  Was I in for a soaking?  Would it be open?  It didn't look promising as I approached, but walking past for a better photo I could see an open door:

Yes!!  My third new tick of the day.

Inside, a plain pleasant traditional estate boozer, one room with about ten regulars chatting.  No real ale, of course, so another Carling for me.

Time to head for the centre of Upton.  Could I get another new tick?  Oh yes, the Bow-Legged Beagle:

Unusually, it's got an automatic sliding door, I bet there's an icy blast when someone comes in in the winter!

I had a spot on pint of Liverpool Brewing Co's Session IPA.

I presume this is related to the New Brighton place of the same name.  A one room shop conversion making a comfortable friendly boozer with excellent ale.  Nine other customers, who all knew the barman, I was the stranger!

I noted a very good selection on the keg taps, including my favourite Stay Puft from Tiny Rebel, and Budweiser Budvar.

So, there're two more pubs here which I last visited in 2013, but I think I've had enough for today, so time for a bus home...  After all, four new ticks is pretty amazing nowadays.  That takes me to 1,313 pubs visited out of 1,846 listed.

Pub of the day: The Bow-Legged Beagle
Miles walked: 2.6
Maybe coming soon: Bootle or Garston