After the exploits of my bus trip it’s back to life on the road and a stonking local boozer in that gritty Warwickshire corridor just off J9/10 of the M42.
I’ve been discovering the delights of Coleshill, Shustoke, Whitacre Heath and Kingsbury and it is time to introduce you to Water Orton.
I say gritty but I reckon the residents of Water Orton would consider themselves a notch up from Marston Green, who in turn would consider themselves a notch up from Castle Bromwich, who in turn would consider themselves a notch up from Chelmsley Wood…you get the picture.
Anyway, suffice to say that this Birmingham overspill village does have a train station and is next door to Coleshill.
It could well be classed as a commuter town but it still feels like the sort of place you’d visit and punters would discuss Blues/Villa/Warwickshire CC in terms of sport and the pub is more important than the beer.
In the centre of this suburb of around three and half thousand people there is a classic old school flat roofed boozer known as 583 – The Digby B46 1SH.
Apparently, it’s been here since 1860 and was once a hotel but, whilst it is an open-plan boozer, it still retains some of its original architecture but is smart enough inside.
It was crackling when I arrived at about half three on Saturday afternoon and the first place I have had my temperate taken post covid.
The barmaid asked if I had booked and all tables appeared to be reserved but she was more than happy with me drinking outside and I had a fantastic half of Abbott Ale (Greene King)
The lad behind me came straight in with five Carlings after me and the tables looked lively with lots of local lads and ladies having plenty of banter.
There was a real mix of punters inside and an orderly queue waiting to get in and there were Brummie accents everywhere. It didn’t seem the sort of place to take pictures inside but it was funny and lively – a good atmosphere.
(more young people in pubs – whatever next!)
A group of about eight twentysomething girls came in looking as though they were warming up for later and it is a great sign that this appears to be the go to pub for all ages in the village – not just us old geezers.
Sky Sports was on inside and more blokes began to queue including one of the friendliest fellers I’ve seen in a while who was waiting patiently for his pint.
“Queueing at quarter to four – who’d have thought it?” he laughed but soon saw another of his pals and carried on with the craic and they appeared to be warming up for a long night.
A funny, lively local, which was sticking to track and trace well and was looking forward to a bubbling, bouncing Saturday atmosphere.
Not a boozer for the faint hearted I suspect but I reckon this place will continue to thrive as they appear to have all ages and genders covered in the village with lads and lasses drinking plenty with everyone appearing happy to be back in their local.
Not sure if this place has ever featured in the GBG but the beer was excellent and the place oozed fun, just like a locals pub should be.