I couldn’t leave Leek without some more culinary highlights, starting with breakfast at the Green Man.
It really is staggering how readily Dick and Dave follow my lead; next year I’ll order a Phal (hot) in a Manchester curry house, washed down with conker milk DIPA.
Over cheese and ham oatcakes from Leek Oatcakes round the corner (“It’s legendary” said host Paul), we debated black pudding and Eccles cakes. Who says this blog is all about beer ?
I took a stroll round town before setting off for Ashbourne, admiring the WilliamMorris house and library.
and bought Mrs RM some meringues and Bakewell tart from Pronto Deli. I presume they were good.
Quinno seemed surprised by my reports of classic pubs.
It’s a bit like Bridgnorth, cut-off by lack of a mainline train station.
So I was thrilled to read the headline from the Leek Post, reporting the first 201 metre of track being laid down to reconnect the town with the modern world (well, Stoke).
On current projections, Stafford Paul will be able to get there on the train by 2071, by which time we can hope some more 10am Stonegate pubs will have joined the Spoons in offering 6% beers to the breakfast imbibers.
It’s a wonderful town, though there’s a worrying number of places up for sale in St. Edward St and beyond, including this Marston pub which provided a rare disappointing pint for our visitors.
The number of new crafts bars suggests there’s a bit of life left in the old gal yet though.