Back to The North, and real hills. And proper place names like Trub and Slattocks and Tandle Hill.
What an exciting slice of the Ordnance Survey map this chunk of Rochdale is. Home to famous pubs up potholed lanes, esteemed beer bloggers, golf clubs, canals, the tiny A627(M), and a garden centre with a contender for the scariest (if not most premature) Christmas display.
Mrs RM at least resisted the lure of a new Christmas tree, which means she’ll be up in the loft again on November 30. I’m no fan of Christmas, me.
This is Lees land, but the last new Guide pub I did round here was (I thought) a basic Sam Smiths place which has long closed. The stretch of Manchester Road that leads under the M62 into Castleton has great views and austere mansions. And a rainbow.
There might always be rain but there’s always a rainbow in south Rochdale. And a lot of Chinese takeaways hidden among the terraces.
And the closure of the boozers, classic or otherwise, along the A664 is at least partially offset by the opening of the inevitable micro pub by the canal.
You could miss it from the outside, but the usual part-frosted windows of the Old Post Office reveal the tell-tale signs of pub life.
“I’m regretting that Jaipur last night”
“How many did you have?
“Only 3 or 4 . Plus 8 of the others.
There followed an evaluation of the pub’s regulars and their likely state today.
“He’ll be wobbling today”
Firmly in the “cheery pub that just happens to be small” category of micros, I loved this place, and the Wildside Dark was £2.70 a pint. Hit the North.
Perhaps the bar seating is a bit cutesy for Rochdale, but that’s the only downside in a place where they still say “Ay Up“.
A similar feel to the other Castleton pub on the mini-crawl. The Blue Pits has proper banter and a smooth Lees bitter,
I presume Rochdale Council saves money by never taking down its Christmas deccies.
A proper two pub crawl by the canal.
And if you’re desperate for Tetley’s.