“This is a Wolves pub,” said the barmaid and it definitely felt like an eighties throwback to the days when Bully and Mutch were tearing up Division 4
If you read between the lines on the CAMRA website, it is always a good bet as to whether the local branch visits a pub regularly or not.
Martin often reckons they send a Stafford Paul type in to estate style pubs to walk in, check the
cask keg range and then hotfoot it out of there at a rate of knots.
“Basic and lively local’s pub in a historic Georgian building dating from 1820 or earlier – No real ale” is the blurb on the website and that is a apt description.
I’ve no doubt Paul WME has been to the 637 – Old Peacock DY10 2EE of course with his fellow old gold boys in the Horsefair region of Kidderminster, as he loves a boozer of the ‘Alan Winfield’ variety.
It’s been the best part of 20 years since I’ve been to Kidderminster and I always remembered the Horsefair region as being one of those earthy, grittier parts of what is already an earthy, gritty town.
Even Tamworth Mark would describe Kidderminster as ‘no-nonsense’ and three of my pals and I took a trip down memory lane.
To be fair, the walk along the Stafford and Worcester canal from Wolverley was picturesque sporting some new houses canalside looking very des res for Kiddy.
We then walked through a ‘no nonsense, old skool, throwback estate that had some magnificent doorstep arguments, random items of clothing strewn everywhere with a lot, and I mean a lot of teenagers and twentysomethings loitering.
However, 99% of the people 99% of the time are spot on, a lad with a carrier bag full of cans, pointed us in the direction of the Horsefair, and we kicked on to the Old Peacock.
It’s a Grade II listed building and stands proud in the Horsefair. We weighed up all the facts and decided that 2pm on a Friday was the best time to try it out.
It is a proper pub of the spit and sawdust variety although pristine and tidy inside.
Two old boys sat either end of the bar with Sky Sports on in the background and one of them pointed us towards the free pool table.
We thought we’d mention the mighty Harriers but the barmaid told us “This is a Wolves pub” and showed us the photo of the gaffer with Steve Bull when he turned up in Kiddy to reopen this in 1994.
The barmaid was great value, full of life and happy to regale us with plenty of stories from days gone by.
Apart from the old boys and our gang of four the place was quiet although there seemed to be a lot of interest in the toilet from a couple of younger lads.
I reckon this place would be a lively boozer of an evening
although it was warm and welcoming. The John Smith’s x4 went down well and quenched the thirst after a decent canal walk.
There are a few more Kidderminster pubs on the horizon as I finally start venturing into Worcestershire…However, the Horsefair is up there with the best gritty town centre boozers I have been into.
A pub not for the faint hearted but well worth a visit!