I’m writing this in Copenhagen after two of the great pub visits, which I really ought to be writing about instead of Clayton-le-Moors (which I always confuse with Clayton-le-Woods). But discipline is needed if I’m going to maintain any sense of chronology.
As if to prove I’m abroad, Bing won’t let me show you the OS Map of Clayton, so you’ll just have to imagine the contours. Anyway, it’s the rough bit of Accrington, unless Great Harwood wants to claim that crown. A town of tight terraced streets and a takeaway for every other resident. My sort of town.
The information board in the most apologetic I’ve seen in years.
And it’s tucked in a Village Centre that Pevsner seems to have missed on his travels.
But I don’t care about fluff like that; it’s a lively, cheery place unaffected by the Burnley obsession with Prosecco.
Throughout the town, the smoking ban has left a trail of devastation of some solid looking locals;
The survivors, like the neighbouring Forts Arms and Old England Forever are gems.
I could describe the Wellington as unpretentious and leave it at that. I bet there aren’t many pubs that look like this in Copenhagen.
A one beer pub can be a joy or an example of “when CAMRA encouragement to add cask goes bad“; here the Reedley Hallows was decent enough (NBSS 3). It cost £2.80 a pint, which is probably extortionate by Wigan standards, but I’ve just paid £7 for a pint of Harvey’s Sussex, so let’s count our blessings,heh ?
It’s a long time since I sat down with a pint of ale and the Daily Star. In truth, I was put off by the padded bar and forgot to memorise my horoscope.
The Wellington had a polite social club feel, enhanced by four locals playing cards, oblivious to the TV sport. In the week before Wimbledon, I didn’t expect the joy of minor grass-court competition.
I can’t joke about accents, given no-one understands my Fen, but these were the broadest of the year so far. The talk was of booze cruises and day trips to Accrington; someone even said “That’s reet“, and it was.
Apart from the Christmas tree still up in town.