Heart of Warwickshire Branch

Some Really Tall Tales from Harbury Beer Festival

This is the story of when Robin Hood met the Lincolnshire Poacher. He arrived one evening in Sherwood and Robin invited him to stay overnight but he was kept awake by the Screech Owl which flew Over the Moon. Meanwhile Robin was dreaming of Lady Mary and how he could get a Goodnight Kiss. The next day they planned to go to Nottingham but ended up at Goodrich Castle, where they were almost caught by Major Bitter but they managed to escape to St Hugh's where Robin was thinking up a plan but it was still a Fledgling idea. The Poacher thought Robin was a Stout Fellow and he felt it a great matter of Poacher's Pride for him to help steal the Sheriff's Gold. Robin had originally thought the Poacher to be a bit of an Idle Sod but he had changed his mind.

The Poacher suggested Robin escape to Lincolnshire where they would not be looking for him. On the way, they called in a pub called the Lincoln Imp where they had a pint of Clayton's Original; now that is what Proper English Ale ought to be, they thought. They headed for the coast to reach Bear Island, the Poacher knew he'd be able to get help from a Coxwain's Special local knowledge. He had a boat called the Pride of Fulstow and Robin asked him if he had ever found a Pearl. "No", he said "but I did once catch a Hammerhead, it put up such a fight I nearly lost my Windjammer and if I'd fallen overboard there would have been no Mae West to lift me out!". The Poacher thought this was a bit much for him, he was Old Fashioned and believed in self Preservation. He preferred to be a Trout Tickler. He dreamt of the day when he would not have to Duck and Dive anymore and could live happily ever after with a Regal Blonde.

Those were the days!