BATTERED BEERMATS IN RICHMOND (THE REAL ONE)

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A couple of years ago Pub Curmudgeon ran a poll to decide the UK’s best town, unexpectedly won by Mansfield after a VAR review.
Richmond (the real one) scored well, which surprised me a bit as I’d never really got it, till a spring trip to the Holly Hill which provided some staggering views from the south toward the castle.

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View from Holly Hill

I’ve marked Richmond on the OS map in relation to Scotch Corner, so Simon will know where the border is now he knows it isn’t Hadrian’s Wall.

Richmond

Anyway, I’m starting to work Richmond out now. The view from Maison Dieu is even better,

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Not actually French

but it’s the cobbles down Frenchgate that win me over. Great in winter I bet.

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Still not actually French
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Not a real dog

I can see the problems I’ve had with the town when I reach the market place; decimated by traffic and rampaging gentlefolk fighting over pasties and pashminas.

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Could be nice, honest

Not really a town of great pubs, either, unless you count the George and Dragon a mile out of town. And none of today’s visitors are going to be walking a mile to Hudswell, I’ll tell you that.

Even the five minutes to the Buck was a steep little jaunt.

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Sheep for “Welcome”

A really unpretentious local, promoting its views from the garden (which were wonderful) and presumably this informal creche;

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Expect a pic of Si sleeping off his 6th pint in that pushchair next year

Just one cheery Old Boy in, or rather popping out for a fag on the steps, which made the beer range look a little ambitious for a Tuesday lunchtime. A funicular from the market would help.

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Never heard of any of ’em

But the Boltmaker was superb, rich and cool (NBSS 3.5), and the beermats well-worn.

Proper bench seating, after a fashion.

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Look ! no menus

“Turned out alreet” said the Old Boy.

He weren’t wrong.

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3 thoughts on “BATTERED BEERMATS IN RICHMOND (THE REAL ONE)

  1. I was last there walking the Coast To Coast path over ten years ago, and that’s several years before my knees failed.

    An ancestor of mine, John Lewis ( 1713 – 1792 ), was a brewer in the other Richmond.

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