34/365 Poetry

34/365 Poetry

I have found a little place of wonder where I can spend an hour enjoying some lovely beer and chat to nice strangers. That place is the Pottle of Blues in Beeston.

It’s a ‘micro-pub’ that has emerged from an old candle shop, and it has just four real ales on at once, plus a few ciders. It’s small but perfectly formed. The owners are a bit mad, which is fitting for such an establishment.

I get to come here for a bit while my daughter is enjoying her theatre group. I can sit and read, or chat with the locals. It’s lovely.

Tall. Likes brass bands. Tests your software
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