What in shitting crikey is that? Ah its just an Old Mill, behind the aptly named, The Old Mill pub. This place was pumping, open mic night but everyone who got up was well versed musician and the only free table was at the back of the pub away from the acts. We enjoyed the electic sounds of the various Plumstead artists whilst we ate banana muffins made by Andy and his son that day. Mert gave the barmaid the spare muffin (not a euphamism thank you), which became the talk of bar and we received a visit from a man who asked what was going on. Rather than it being a threatening encounter, he recounted stories of him making cakes with his now grown daughters - victoria sponge was their favourite if your wondering. That sort of sums up this place, extremely welcoming, electic, ales - a progressive place with lovely folk.
6 May 2026