You’ll be delighted to know the French posts are over; it’s all rural England for a while now.
Starting with a walk from gritty urban Ashbourne out to Mapleton in a stretch of the White Peak that rarely troubles the Guide (more to do with scant GBG allocations than shoddy beer). In fact, you really have to head west towards Wirksworth and Belper for great GBG pubs.
In a tiny village, St Mary’s Church was more affecting than anything I saw in Paris.
The Okeover Arms is certainly in the “solid pub” camp though.
Lovingly unmodernised in the Derbyshire/Staffs border style, I warmed to its plainness, despite being the only non-diner/pretend walker. Flagstone floors for the muddy boots that were noticeable by their absence.
Pashminas, purple and perms were all on display. They don’t make them like this in the 21st arrondissement.
I’m afraid the return to the UK does mean a return to unnecessary jam jars, but look ! Working handpumps.
Their website says;
“As well as well known beers and ales, we also offer 2 local ales from Peak Ales Brewery, namely ‘Swift Nick’ and ‘Chatsworth Gold’ “
I can assure you some folk still think Landlord is exotic.
Always a risk picking the local beer, but I knew immediately I was in luck. A cool, rich, fruity half, worth at least NBSS 3.5 if I ever remember to post scores on WhatPub.
One long room, part restaurant (unused), part casual dining near the fire. I had the slight challenge of having to claim a table for four myself, while giving the Landlady that weird look that says “I’ll move if a table of four come in“. She didn’t have a clue what I meant.
Always good to see folk doing crosswords while they wait for their fish and chips, rather than playing on their phones like I was.
Unpretentious Proper pub, weird sign on the Gents.