This post title only works if the locals really do pronounce it CRY-ch, of course.
Crich is the first place out of Derby or Nottingham where you’re really aware of the Peak. Their transport Museum makes a useful place to entertain toddlers who are young enough to be fobbed off with brightly coloured trams, before they realise Thomas the Tank Engine is somewhere else.
It’s a solid village.
I took some photos of Crich but they are irredeemably dull so I’ll spare you the rest. Oh, alright, here’s the Hovis sign.
And you thought there was quality control on this blog.
Good hilly walking, and plenty of ramblers to prop up some good pubs, including an overdue GBG newbie in the Black Swan.
A decent turnout of folk in oversized socks carrying laminated OS maps, and I can’t even claim they’d only walked from Tesco as there isn’t one.
It’s an Ashover pub, so I scoured the bar from right to left looking for a beer I’d heard of. Wait ! What ?
Due to the amount of time being taken up in Parliament by other business, there has been no repeal of ancient laws that make it ILLEGAL to pass up Draught Bass in the Amber Valley.
I’m not sure if they understand their sacred mission; I couldn’t even see Bass on their list of beers, and the red triangle was lacking from the otherwise excellent glass.
It clearly wasn’t the beer of choice of the walkers-cum-tickers, and while good (NBSS 3) it couldn’t match the highpoints of Stockport or Staffordshire. I’ve said it before, eight beers on the bar is an awful lot in a village pub.
Let the lacings (or lack of them) reveal…
But I’m quibbling a bit. If the Oakham or Nethergate had been my choice I wouldn’t have mentioned the lack of sparkle. And it’s a lovely looking pub, again offering some cheap, hearty grub. And pies.
A soundtrack of 60s reggae (“Let your Yeah be Yeah“) and 70s rock would have satisfied both Beer Mat and Mudgie.
On the downside, that perennial invader of toilet walls Mr Jools Holland was at it again ? How do you avoid Jools ?