30 minutes from Manchester Deansgate, and a few years ago it would have been 30 years back in time. But not these days. “Wigan is Really Great” as they probably say.
Now Duncan had set some hares running (not Monmore hares) when I casually mentioned I’d be finishing Greater Manchester at Bolton and Wigan.
“But I’ve already done Blundells ! You must have done it ?”
Now, you’ll know what Duncan’s record keeping is like, sheets of papyrus kept down his sock probably, but to be fair he gave me a fulsome description of a box-shaped micro with simple tables and typical micro beers. And again to be fair, that could be ANY Kent micro. With my old GBG copies long thrown out, I couldn’t be sure.
So, just like Jack in “Lost”, I had to go back.
And anyway, Wigan always looks stately on a chilly Friday evening.
It’s a ten minute walk from Wallgate station up to Blundells, unless you stop for two flat whites and two trips to the Gents at Spoons as I did. No pictures of urinals, though.
Wigan Lane is packed with former GBG Proper Pubs and takeaways, and I immediately recognise the Basmati where I’d popped in two years ago before heading to Blundell’s.
How could I have forgotten this one ? They’ve even got the apostrophe in the right place.
And a quick look to the left confirmed the earlier visit, as Wigan’s twin city loomed into view on the wall.
I stayed for a half of Prospect (probably, it always is) in a pleasant neighbourhood café setting.
Why didn’t I write it up two years ago ? Perhaps I did. Russ will know.
Anyway, now I’m home I’m going down the recycling centre to see if I can retrieve all those old Beer Guides and work out how many more current entries I’ve missed. About 877, I think.
You can’t afford too many wobbles when you’re a professional GBG ticker.