We used to use the Travelodge just off the A627(M) and walk to Mills Hill Station (A), which is where I start this little jaunt into Tandleland.
Just for you, I detoured to the Old Boar’s Head, Middleton’s most obvious tourist attraction.
But there must be more to Middleton than I’ve found so far, and goodness know where the 43,000 residents all live.
The industrial heritage is compelling, and you can’t beat peeling paint.
I even found you the statutory “shop selling scary toys“.
The Bricklayers is a classic bit of green tiling. I’d love to say Domino’s has rescued it for the nation, but it was shut too.
Anyway, the Lancashire Fold was open and serving the community of south Middleton.
12-11 every day means it’s already been open longer since the new Beer Guide was released than the Connoisseur Tasting Rooms will be for the entire year. Think on that.
It’s a large, rambling spick and span pub, almost social club in style, and hosting a wake in one half.
You can tell a good pub from it’s ability to handles wakes or wedding or Wombles Fanclub conventions without closing the whole pub down.
The old boys were seated round the outside walls, groups of ladies were enjoying cheap lunches, and the banter was as good as the soundtrack (Beatles “Something”). The qualities of gammon (not THAT gammon) and the virtues of Tenerife over Blackpool. If the mill workers who’d gone to Fylde for Wakes Week had heard these fellas extolling the virtues of Spain they’d turn in their graves.
Perhaps the big screens were superfluous, showing American football on mute to no-one in particular, but it was as Proper a Pub as you’ll find.
Decent rather than spectacular Lees Bitter, but still worthy of its long-awaited GBG entry.
Some lovely touches for the connoisseur, including a locked room and oil painting of Old Middleton.
More of these, please, ROB.