Happy Birthday to me! I get to do 10 minute posts in Starbucks near St Asaphs.
Back to the Grand Tour of the North.
You can just about see South Shields in the top right hand corner of the map I used last time, so it’ll do again.
A quick search of my own blog reveals I was last in Shields during the Beast from the East that threatened to wipe out the whole of humanity but sadly didn’t.
Shields was cold and drizzly rather than icy cold and white on Wednesday night, and the council have kindly spent the social care budget lighting up the town hall so it looks better in my blog.
It’s a grand old town, faded at the edges but with plenty for the lover of curry, cask and Christmas.
Tragically, the Spoons is closed for refurbishment over Christmas (why?).
So I used the loos in the magnificent Museum and Art Gallery.
A truly great record of Shields life, enough to take me through to opening time at Cask Lounge, whose neighbouring vinyl cafe was just shutting to deny me the chance of a Dana LP. My mum likes Dana.
Usual micro shopfront exterior, wonderfully cosy interior.
I’m a sucker for Christmas beers aren’t I.
This was silky and sherberty, a 3.5 to savour.
And who could fail to love this living room styled seating.
Well, BRAPA for one. Sometimes he’s wrong.