You’ve still got 4 hours* to get to Something Brew Inn, Rawmarsh and shout your drunken requests for this one,
which they might not otherwise play. Or “Side 2 of Crocodiles by Echo & the Bunnymen“.
Rawmarsh, heh ?
You won’t believe this but even a map which puts Rawmarsh into context alongside Sheffield and Wath (birthplace of William Hague) is not enough for some. I have personally met a human being who has never been to Sheff. He lives in Long Eaton.
Mind, I can’t say I’d ever stopped in Rawmarsh, and one of the big stories in this year’s GBG is TWO (count ’em) new pubs in north Rotherham.
My journey begins in Parkgate at the Fitzwilliam Arms Hotel, where a drunken family from Pontefract are recreating the deleted scenes from Eyes Wide Shut…
The mile uphill through Parkgate deserves its own post, but so does Rawmarsh, home to this beauty on a hill. Greater Rotherham has some superb churches.
And plenty of those gracious civic buildings that defined the age of Victoria.
But you’re nearly all philistines and care little for culture, so here’s the pub.
I enter to the sound of “Drive” by the Cars (RIP Ric), see the advert for the ’80s night and relax. Despite the giant sofa, it’s going to be alright.
A mix of drinkers on the patio, Guinness and live music, far away from the Herne rules. Hurrah !
I asked the cheery lady for Chantry, “as it’s the local one“.
“Have you tried the Abbeydale ? It’s really nice”
“I’m not drinking that foreign muck !” I said, pathetically attempting a bit of anti-Sheffield solidarity.
“Oh, chap here’s from the brewery !” pointing to the bloke on my right in Abbeydale kit.
“Sorry, love your work, mate” I say by way of reconciliation, successfully. Black Matins, mmm.
I even added a half of his “Splendour” to my empty glass. Lovely lacings.
“So, what should I see in Rawmarsh now I’ve walked all the way out here” I asked the nice lady.
Not a lot (“at least I’m honest !”), but Thrybergh is a lovely park and Marina Fish & Chips a splendid place for what was, inadvisably, my only meal of the day.
Yes, I did drink a Keo.
*Sorry, Mark. You won’t make it.