“like a gallon of Charnwood Vixen, and a night out in Loughborough” as the song made famous by LifeAfterFootball goes.
My eldest son James could have gone to Lough instead of Sheff, but they seemed a bit sport obsessed or something.
I reckoned Loughborough would make a good life for a student, or a 54 year old Bass fan, having stayed there a few times over the years.
The students staffing and enjoying coffee and cake in No.53 café were some of the friendliest I’ve met (if only they knew what lies ahead), and the art deserves a pic.
I followed True Lovers Walk, the sort of thing Richard Hawley eulogises Sheffield, into town.
The 798 year old Fair was on, though to be fair some of the burger and donuts weren’t that old.
On the upside, the pubs should be busy. On the downside, children on the street limit photographic potential.
Sadly, GBG newbie the Blacksmiths hasn’t quite made it to Autumn.
So that left the Wheeltapper,
I was wondering why I hadn’t taken a photo of the heritage exterior, but here’s the one from WhatPub.
“Modern, industrial style bar” it says.
Perhaps, though the memorabilia is rather more ancient.
The beer range was modern enough to attract one other customer, an Old Boy with a hacking cough. No funfair bonanza then, though a modern Dad had just brought his lad in to use the loo.
But North Riding with its distinctive pump clip can save any day.
It was crisp and foamy, with one of those heads on the beer I know you love (NBSS 3/3.5).
Music from Blur and this one, which sounds like the sort of thing Old Mudgie would like.
No pub cat, but a toy pub cat is infinitely less divisive.
No, I didn’t have a candy floss.