Another short post for you to consume between meals. Or pints.
I only know what’s next because my photos are in alphabetical order. After the Salopian adventures I had virtually a whole week away from pubs, selling essentials like these at our annual charity sale.
Something for everyone, I’m sure you’ll agree.
But I nipped up North in the middle of all that to complete West Yorkshire, always a great pub County. Or part of a county.
My first trip to Haworth since that hottest ever November day, and what we in the ticking trade call “a flying visit“. I think this was taken on the run.
Haworth rarely stars much in the Guide, but then neither do other tourist honeypots like Stratford or Stow or Spennymoor.
But the pubs are what visitors expect Yorkshire pubs to look like, and you can be sure of bumping into a poodle or pashmina in most of them.
The King’s Arms is a bit packed. To its credit there are as many folk younger as older than me, always a good sign.
The bar flies are out in force, so I have to guess which beer to have from a list of characters from a book I’ve never read.
“What sort of beer do you like”
“Charlotte, please“. A nice name for a beer. A nice beer, too, cool and rich (NBSS 3.5+). But you know what a fan of novelty home brew I am.
Just for a change, no pot plants were harmed in the production of this post.