Where’s Russ when you need him? Just as I was about to start my ‘fill in the blank competition’ on the pub sign on the side of the wall, I realised he is currently on a blogging sabbatical.
The Pig In Luck? The Pig in Duck? The possibilities are endless but, as this is a family blog then answers on the back of a postcard please.
However, to make sure you aren’t left in suspense any longer I can exclusively reveal the answer is 455 – The Pig in Muck LE17 5AY tucked away in Claybrooke Magna.
It’s equidistant between arguably the busiest motorway in Midlands (M1) and the least used motorway in the Midlands (M69) although fans of the M45 might have something to say on that matter.
For all you Midlands pedants out there it’s closest to the drinking Meccas of Hinckley and Lutterworth and this boozer is very much the only pub in the village.
But, don’t think that just because it’s missing an M on its sign that it’s not flourishing as at about 3pm on Sunday it was absolutely heaving.
It’s an L-shaped one-roomer inside but there were no seats at all and the beer garden outside was also packed with just this table at the front free.
(oh look, another missing letter)
The majority of the gentlefolk and families were tucking into Sunday dinner but it still felt like a proper pub where drinkers were welcomed and a bit of homebrew is always good to see.
It hasn’t always been flourishing though as back in 2012 it wasn’t but a new licensee took it on and started brewing Pig Pub beers and putting on decent home cooked food and seven years later it appears to be thriving.
I’ve come to the conclusion that a pub is only as good as its gaffer. I’ve seen many a good pub over the years deteriorate rapidly due to a pants landlord/landlady who lost interest and throw in some pubco shenanigans and no wonder pubs hit the rocks.
But this was great. A real cracker on a Sunday and £3.30 for a pint of Mosaic (Pig Pub) which was very decent indeed and there isn’t a really a lot else to say.
Pub life at its best. Couples sitting in silence. Kids annoying parents. Loads of laughter and a general buzz. Barflies inside. A great mix of ages.
It was almost like the whole village had swarmed en masse to the boozer on a Sunday afternoon for grub and beer…it’ll never catch on you know!