That’s the odd thing about the touring life. It took me 50 years to get to Falmouth, then I visit six times in a year. I seem to have visited Skipton every year of my adult life to tick off the sole new Guide entry. Thus far, I’ve never been to Aspatria; my loss I’m sure.
And now back to Malton for the 4th time in 2 years. For a small town, I’m still finding something different each time.
Last time here the Spotted Cow by the cattle market made it seem loveably old-fashioned, like a small Bury St Edmunds before the Cambridge overflow arrived.
Visiting now, the town felt more like a small Saffron Walden or large Norton, packed with smartly dressed gentlefolk on their way to shops called “Harrison & Hargreaves“, “Victoria Faith” and “Roundthwaite & Woodhead“, odd names for pet shops.
The stone really shone in the sun;
As Richard Coldwell writes here, this is an odd town to host two such crafty breweries as Bad Seed and Brass Castle, whose Tap was sadly closed (again) on my visit.
But I did stumble across the other burst of independent vitality in town.
Talbot Yard Food Court needs a bit better signposting to exploit its potential, but I can attest to the quality of Roost Coffee and Bluebird Bakery. The best espresso and pasty combination of my week.
By way of contrast with this youthful enterprise, this town’s new GBG entry is very old Malton.
I think I must have muttered “Wow” when I stumbled through the stained glassed door of the Blue Ball and missed my footing several times in the “maze like interior” described by WhatPub. I like to make an entrance.
My sort of pub, clearly, with mature locals settling in for their lunchtime sessions on Landlord, which was so good it made me wonder why this had only just got in the Guide.
If you can find anything wrong with the Bell from these photos I’ll be astonished.