Enough of the southern softies with their Peroni and rugger; back up north for a few ticks before chips and City.
Into Lymm, famed as the place where BRAPA insulted the locals by asking whether the village was in Greater Manchester. I visited the location where Simon was sacrificed to the God of Proper Counties.
The hail was falling as I arrived, so you’re spared a full review of Lymm’s undoubted attractions (mainly tanning salons, according to Si).
After years of new Beer Guide entries in posh Cheshire being limited by “New CAMRA” to bottle shops and boutique diners (a.k.a. B & P), the Bull’s Head is a return to “proper pubs“.
A proper pub with just the one other customer on Wednesday lunchtime, an Old Boy with a sensible hat. I worry for the quality of the beer in a quiet pub in a quiet village which boasts five pumps and a penchant for thin glasses.
But it’s a particularly tasty Original (NBSS 3+), enhanced by the surroundings in another really attractive Hydes pub.
The locals even chat to me about football. This being Greater Manchester, we confirm City will thump Burnley at the weekend and that rain is coming.
My body temperature rises by about 20 degrees in 10 minutes, proving once again the health benefits of pubs.
The back room is a bit austere but has classic bench seating and a dart board actually placed away from the chairs in a rare display of common sense.
The Bull’s Head would stand out a mile in Cambridgeshire, but in Cheshire I sense it’s one of dozens of proper pubs that cling on to life in the face of competition from Taps and Tapas. I suspect Pub Curmudgeon has been in them all.