There was only one real beer on tap so I rolled back the years and had a pint of Old Speckled Hen before taking a seat between the pool players and the two ladies in swimsuits. It was such a pleasant, sunny late afternoon that, for once, it wasn’t just smokers sitting at the tables at the back of the pub When I asked when the pub had last been done up the barmaid told me she didn’t know as she’s only been here nine months but you could tell straight away she must have had boozers before. There was a little bit of pool being played and an awful lot more banter being shared – I took a decision there and then that I must pick up a cue before I leave and have a frame, but also avoid being hustled. Several fellas, who had either finished work early, or retired far too early, were congregated around the snazzy looking pool table with its red baize and yellow and blue balls. The Black Horse on Maidstone Road in Borough Green appears to be the only pub left in the village Greeted by two scantily clad, quite classy looking ladies in the window I didn’t take too much persuading to spend a little time in the Black Horse at Borough Green.īob Marley was on the jukebox and this, combined with the warm late afternoon sunshine, all added to the chilled out mood and that Friday feeling ahead of the weekend.
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