I was hoping for more, but Christmas is like that so my Christmas Eve pub stop at the Croft on the return run from Wednesbury was accepted with grace and a noble effort not to show disappointment.
Modern estate pub dating, I reckon, to the early 70s as do most of the denizens. Four pumps (two of which were cider) but the tipple of choice seems to be lager.
Merry Christmas, by the way.
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