A motley collection of photos from New Mills, home to the second of our trio of modern micros.
Charles and I pressed on without the good company of Paul, though with a photo of his legendary map for company.
The walk along the Peak Forest Canal is surprisingly flat, but compensates with views quite scary to residents of East Dereham and Greater Waterbeach.
We enjoyed striding past a group of youngsters at Lower Greenshall Lane, though had to relinquish our lead to answer nature’s call a few yards on.
Industrial New Mills, a scruffy but lovely town, welcomed us at dusk.
I’ve written before about my love for the town, which seemed exotic to a 32 year old Fen Boy back in 1997, with its mills and fading Robinson’s liveries.
Who could have dreamt back in 1997 that New Mills would get its own micropub with fine wines, Havana cigars and plants in a bike basket ?
You’re not in Herne now, Tonto.
Another micro aiming at a wider appeal than “blokes in their 50s“.
But with a more beery focus that Malt Disley.
Quite a good atmosphere, really, and decent enough Brass Castle (NBSS 3), though you’d have guessed that.
The problem is purely size. This is where Charles and I had to sit.
Better than standing ?
Possibly. I couldn’t feel comfortable, anyway.
Charles made best friends with the couple precariously perched next to him, and a conversation about cat smells, rabies and Brexit ensued.
I explored the toilet, which will have its advocates, and its detractors.
Clearly a boon for the town, but you can see my issue with micropubs.
And it’s not that they’re too big.