It’s raining in Malta so I’m catching up with my blog and working out how many pints of craft I can afford with my euros.
It’s 2.50 euros for Stella if your eyesight is as bad as mine.
A far cry from Malta, the Peak District softens a bit as you wind towards Ashbourne, with no sign of snow as you reach the Derbyshire border.
Now it’s not surprising I’ve never been to tiny Crowdecote before, but just over the Staffordshire border Longnor looks stunning, with two (non-GBG) pubs serving Robinson’s and John Smiths Cask.
There’s a lot of Britain to explore, folks, and not all of it reaches the Beer Guide.
Crossing the border brings you close to the pastoral White Peak, and you need binoculars to see the snow that is at that moment closing the Snake Pass.
As with snowy Allgreave, Crowdecote is just a pub, a farm and a sense of being very far from the craft beer worlds that are Macc and Buxton.
It rarely happens these days, but the landlord was actually pulling a pint when I walked in. That made up my mind for me, anyways. The Pitchfork was superb (NBSS 3.5+).
The Guvnor had a very unconvincing Derbyshire accent;
Yes, he was from Staines, so I got to exchange notes on the Beehive, as well as finding out the life story of the couple of retired-but-less-than-gentlefolk from Runcorn. Folk from Runcorn do have interesting life stories, don’t they ?
On another subject entirely, great lacings.