Nearly all CAMRA branches have parts of the patch it’s difficult to get to. Even in Stockport, actually getting to Wythenshawe in one piece has its challenges.
Mrs RM waited at the foot of a hill that rivalled Lincoln or Shaftesbury. And admired the scenery over a bag of Haribo she’d nicked off our sons.
It was worth the breathless scamper to the hamlet of Carneddi.
You know you’re at a proper boozer when they keep the Burtonwood livery, like they do in St Helens.
A proper community pub surviving on entertainment rather than food, and an exemplar of pub seating. My sort of pub.
A proper Welsh beer line up as well, and a barman who took the time out to ask what I thought of the very tasty Purple Moose (after I flashed my “Beer Communicator” card).
Bethesda looks a well-churched, and extremely well pubbed village, though perhaps lacking the middle-class gastros that Guardian reading families en-route to the fastest zip line in the world might look for. This corner of Wales is fast becoming the adrenaline capital of the UK, as Mrs RM found out last year.
Betwys for the tourist, Bethesda for the toper.
*I admit it. I always thought it was Bethseda.