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Whenever we go to Pin Mill, a popular spot
on the Orwell Estuary just south of Ipswich,
the tide's always out. Well, not always - it
just seems that way. The Butt and Oyster
(the 'Butt' probably derives from the tub
the oysters used to come in) keeps its
Adnams ales particularly well here, and
they do the very best fish and chips (I get
no fee for this, by the way).
But Pin Mill is like stepping back fifty years
in time: kids with their dogs still fish with nets and jam jars for minnows in the little
stream, few lock their doors at night, the boatyard is a shambles and the working boats
(no gin palaces here) lying about in the mud - like these fishing boats - seem to change
every time you come here. It is said that when the tide's up, pints are sold directly from
the pub window onto the boats, though I've never seen it happen. Only the cars in the
car park give it all away - sixty years ago it would have been old British motorbikes and
sidecars (half of them needing repair) and the odd Ford Popular. Now it's BMWs and
Mercs, and not a bike in sight unless it's a touring Harley or the Japanese equivalent.
And still the tide's always out.
Whenever we go to Pin Mill, a popular spot
on the Orwell Estuary just south of Ipswich,
the tide's always out. Well, not always - it
just seems that way. The Butt and Oyster
(the 'Butt' probably derives from the tub
the oysters used to come in) keeps its
Adnams ales particularly well here, and
they do the very best fish and chips (I get
no fee for this, by the way).
But Pin Mill is like stepping back fifty years
in time: kids with their dogs still fish with
nets and jam jars for minnows in the little stream, few lock their doors at night, the
boatyard is a shambles and the working boats (no gin palaces here) lying about in the
mud - like these fishing boats - seem to change every time you come here. It is said that
when the tide's up, pints are sold directly from the pub window onto the boats, though
I've never seen it happen. Only the cars in the car park give it all away - sixty years ago it
would have been old British motorbikes and sidecars (half of them needing repair) and
the odd Ford Popular. Now it's BMWs and Mercs, and not a bike in sight unless it's a
touring Harley or the Japanese equivalent. And still the tide's always out.
Whenever we go to Pin Mill, a popular spot on the Orwell Estuary just south of Ipswich, the
tide's always out. Well, not always - it just seems that way. The Butt and Oyster (the
'Butt' probably derives from the tub the oysters used to come in) keeps its Adnams ales
particularly well here, and they do the very best fish and chips (I get no fee for this, by the
way).
But Pin Mill is like stepping back fifty years in time: kids with their dogs still fish with nets
and jam jars for minnows in the little stream, few lock their doors at night, the boatyard is
a shambles and the working boats (no gin palaces here) lying about in the mud - like
these fishing boats - seem to change every time you come here. It is said that when the
tide's up, pints are sold directly from the pub window onto the boats, though I've never
seen it happen. Only the cars in the car park give it all away - sixty years ago it would have
been old British motorbikes and sidecars (half of them needing repair) and the odd Ford
Popular. Now it's BMWs and Mercs, and not a bike in sight unless it's a touring Harley or
the Japanese equivalent. And still the tide's always out.

Boats at Pin Mill

Whenever we go to Pin Mill, a popular spot on the Orwell Estuary just south of Ipswich, the tide's always out.  Well, not always - it just seems that way.  The Butt and Oyster (the 'Butt' probably derives from the tub the oysters used to come in) keeps its Adnams ales particularly well here, and they do the very best fish and chips (I get no fee for this, by the way). 

But Pin Mill is like stepping back fifty years in time: kids with their dogs still fish with nets and jam jars for minnows in the little stream, few lock their doors at night, the boatyard is a shambles and the working boats (no gin palaces here) lying about in the mud - like these fishing boats - seem to change every time you come here. It is said that when the tide's up, pints are sold directly from the pub window onto the boats, though I've never seen it happen. Only the cars in the car park give it all away - sixty years ago it would have been old British motorbikes and sidecars (half of them needing repair) and the odd Ford Popular.  Now it's BMWs and Mercs, and not a bike in sight unless it's a touring Harley or the Japanese equivalent.  And still the tide's always out.

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