I should give these little posts a special name. How about “Little Posts” ?
Next up is Hexham, which I probably said enough about last time I was up here. It hasn’t changed. Except for a new Guide entry and a Starbucks (or WiFi stop, as we call them down south).
Mrs RM stayed in Corbridge on her last ski trip down the A68, and certainly Hexham’s little neighbour has the edge on pubs, whatever the current Beer Guide says. From memory, Corbridge had six pubs in the ’94 GBG I bought, and we did all of them on a memorable night in Easter 1994.
Hexham has the Abbey and the posh shops, and the factories.
Some typical Northumbrian street art that Mrs RM would have enjoyed, if she hadn’t been eating Scandinavian pastries in the Starbucks.
Hexham isn’t really a town you associate with rebel art, it’s closer to Saffron Walden than Saltaire. There’s quite a few similarities with Saffron, with handsome streets, antiques,
and a lively Spoons.
I thought about using the Spoons vouchers burning a hole in my moth-eaten wallet, but remembered I was on strict timings, so headed into the Heart of Northumberland. It’s shown as the Heart of All England on Google, so clearly has had to change its name following a legal challenge from Fenny Drayton.
It certainly looks a handsome place, sign apart.
The crucial words here are “pub and kitchen” of course. A hex on you, all pubs with the word “kitchen” on your sign.
It’s a thin pub, where’d you’d bump into folk if everyone wasn’t seated for their Sunday ribeye. If you want to experience an Islington Sunday with nicer people, this is the place to come.
But wait ! Lovely staff (this is getting dull) keen to give me tasters of the beers, and who actually knew which was the nearest brewery (Allendale).
The Golden Plover was pleasant enough NBSS 3), glass notwithstanding, but no-one wants to stand up in a dining pub, do they.
I’d told Mrs RM I’d need 20 minutes to do the 0.8 miles both ways, forgetting that WhatPub measures as the crow flies. And that Hexham has hills.