‘CAERPHILLY’S’ LAST TRIP… (EXCEPT IT WASN’T)

I wonder if the sweet, yeasty smell from Guinness was wafting over Park Royal goods depot on the day they pulled Caerphilly Castle out?

It seems likely. The aroma of thousands of gallons of the ‘black stuff’ being brewed would drift across NW10 and, with the right breeze, deep into neighbouring Middlesex too. Turn under the ‘Tube’s’ Piccadilly Line and into Coronation Road – and your nostrils warned you about the brewery long before you saw it.

Guinness, whose trio of red-brick Gilbert Scott