Feeling a little more energised from our lunch we pushed on with our tails up and completed the final 3 miles or so arriving in the town of Halesworth, at The White Hart. Although relieved to have made it safely, there was a tinge of sadness that this was to be our last stop.After securing the bikes up, Ade, Damo and Andy popped off to find a cash point whilst I hung around the pub to do the photo blog bit. There were a few strange looks from a couple of the regulars whilst I was doing this, but they did look a little worse for wear to be honest, so i just told them I was from the local press!
Despite the pub being quite dated-17th century-unfortunately being a town centre pub a lot of the old hall marks are lost. The design layout and beams are there for all to see, but the sticky carpets, tv showing horse racing and just general tattiness were just to prominent. Unlike the beautiful village pubs we'd been used to during the day, there was no special feeling with this one, nor any banter with the barlady / Landlord.
Still, the beer was good! There was only Bitter and GhostShip on tap, which I believe we ordered 2 of each, and all 4 went down very well. Despite now really struggling with his hayfever, Damo got his head down and thoroughly enjoyed his GhostShip, clearing his pallet of Lemon Tinkle! With the horses blaring out on the tv above the bar, it would have been rude of us not to have had a wager between ourselves. Damo, I still owe you a £1 for your lucky win!With the garden out back not really being a garden - again being a towny it was more like picnic benches in their carpark - we finished up and headed off. Some boys at the bar, who had been playing cards, were reaching a crucial stage of their match and things were hitting a climax. It was all a little too much for us so we slid out the side door and back onto the Thoroughfare in search of the next Adnams establishment.
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