I know there’s a few of you who like looking at pictures of old pubs, so here’s a pub I looked at for a few minutes while waiting for the 9.43 from Heaton Chapel to Manchester Piccadilly last Wednesday.
I’ve never been in the Plough, or any pubs in Heaton Moor, which may be a selling point to some.
This part of Stockport, known locally as Curmudgeonville due to the proximity of Cheshire’s legendary pub blogger, has been assessed by The Times as one of the best places on earth to live.
Tellingly, the Times says “Type Heatons into a search engine and all you get is cats”.
From Piccadilly, I bound past the sludges on their way to the office towards a mid-morning rendezvous with my PubMan of the year.
But first, I nipped into the Art Gallery, being all cultured like.
Always good, sometimes unmissable, and today dispensing free art prints.
The usual half of Doom Bar in a pub of my choice for identifying the one I’m about to frame.
Despite walking these streets a thousand times, I still get a bit lost in the centre. And not because I don’t know left from right.
But after passing the Old Monkey I suddenly see our Young Pubman waiting semi-patiently for the Lost Dene to open.
Setting a precedent for the new year, even this Stonegate pub is half an hour later than planned in opening. Expect that new Thanet micro to re-open in April.
What a cutting-edge cask line-up to greet 2019.
I order the second Pedi of the day, and insist on a proper glass.
So does Luke, who joins us from Sowerby Bridge, the posher but less trendier younger half-niece of Halifax. It’s the first time he’s left West Yorkshire since the End of Times or something.
I enjoy my heritage pint (2.5/3) in a heritage glass in a heritage pub mysteriously omitted from the Official CAMRA Heritage guide.
Fifty-one TV screens tell us simultaneously that Christian Pulisic, younger half-cousin of Tony Pulis, once played for Brackley, a pub desert.
But the pub drama is reserved for the breakfasts, as Paul somehow, through a combination of substitution and CAMRA card flashing ends up with six (6) sausages, that see him through to tea.
And that was just the beginning.