A few holiday snaps from Stockport. I know how much you like my holiday snaps.
£29 a room, and Mrs RM could come to if she wanted to drink a gallon of Unicorn and Holt Bitter (she didn’t).
A good plan, but two heavy nights in the Lake District already had me doubting my sanity, with a night in Wales the next day.
AND I had that last Derbyshire tick in Whaley to do first.
AND this was the day I had 25 minutes before the train to Whaley Bridge, just long enough to pop in Robinson’s Brewery Centre for a pint.
All your favourites. Except Wizard, oddly.
Not a great place to drink, but the Unicorn was as good as I’ve had, if not quite as good as the Wizard was in 2016.
By the time I was back from Whaley the prospect of a further half dozen pints seemed less appealing than a week ago, and the Stockport street markets rather more so.
Stockport looked its very best, a band played carols in the indoor market, Prosecco was served in huge quantities, I weighed up pizza in the Angel against kebabs in “Where The Light Gets In”, Stockport’s award winning takeaway.
But in the end good old curried goat won the day. Mmmm.
A quick stroll down the ‘banks, and an early night. I win. If Mudgie and co. sang carols outside my hotel room at midnight I missed it.
And in the morning something almost healthy at Blackshaw’s Café to line the stomach ahead of the Welsh ordeal ahead.
Admit it, you’re jealous.