No. not that Richmond. I need trauma counselling after a trip there.
This is the real one, home (well, close) to a recent CAMRA Pub of the Year and generally considered one of our great towns.
Now, that is a beautiful bit of Ordnance Survey, but I’d never quite got it, till last week.
But in the garden of the Holly Hill Inn, it suddenly clicked.
In an isolated hamlet a steep mile out of town, this is a fantastically plain local, in the best sense of the word.
The only mystery was the red gloves, perhaps an art installation to accompany Kate Bush’s Red Shoes, but probably not.
The George and Dragon down the road has the lengthier beer list, but the Holly Hill is almost as welcoming, and thriving with diners on a raised level and tradesmen humming along to “Park Life“. Yes, 1995 has reached North Yorkshire.
Once again Black Sheep shows itself the best bet in Masham, a strong and tasty NBSS 3
But enough of beer. You only read this blog for the weird stuff in loos.
It doesn’t get much weirder than this. I don’t know why but I’m looking for Mark Crilley to interpret this art piece.
And yes, I DID take my glass back.