The normal protocol on these organised pub crawls is that you stick together, suffering the dodgy cask or keg craft, the pashminas and poodles, as a group.
Well, stuff that. For a start our two Sheffield stars were On A Mission To Tick, running ahead to later return with tales of “warm Wainwright” and “weird vibes“.
One of the problems I have with crawls like this might be obvious from the map.
The pubs on the intinerary are just too close together.
As Mrs RM will tell anybody, I need to keep moving, and the proximity of the Queen’s Head, Swan, Ale Stop, Old Sun and Cheshire Cheese was a problem, particularly after 3hrs 37 mins in the car.
So Charles, Ian and I took the air, just like Elizabeth Bennet in Pride and Prejudice. It must have taken all of ten minutes.
Of course, Lizzie may have had micropubs back in 1813 but I’m doubtful she had craft keg, or signage like this, advising how proud we are of Mr R. Southworth.
I was asked to take that shot, and this goodie (well, dad of a Goodie).
Buxton has a plain High Street and an upmarket cluster of pointless shops and more useful bars around the Spa.
Redwillow is very classy. As you’d expect from a brewery from Macclesfield, of course.
Probably not a pub for the traditionalists, and to be fair I missed out on the Plum Porter Paul and Co. were enjoying in the Cheshire Cheese.
BUT. The beer was exceptional, we thought (Reckless 3.5), the staff cheery and if it doesn’t get in a future Beer Guide I shall cry.
My extensive notes say “Dogs” and “Rats”. I presume the former was the canine presence in Redwillow, and the latter a discussion about Wetherspoon’s misfortunes.
Who can tell ?