23rd January 2020
Getting dark now. You have to be careful of Duncan when it gets dark.
I dropped him off at Hullaballoo in Shipley and drove round the block while he asked if they had any Dire Straits themed beers, then set off for The Tricky One.
Wadsworth’s Hare & Hounds didn’t open till 6, and was frankly in the middle of nowhere. To make matters worse, Duncan stopped in Hebden Bridge and nipped in the Vocation Brewery Tap.
And came out with Quosh and Jim, who at least had the courtesy to be a City fan.
I was delighted with the company, it gave Duncan some backing vocals on “Why Worry“, but my little 1.0 litre Aygo looked rather worried as it saw the contour and 1 in 5 roads leading out of Hebden.
Incidentally, where is Wadsworth (don’t say Devizes)? I see only Chiserley.
Same bit of map, aerial view;
Oooh, there it is, a mile below the Hare & Hounds.
Reader, I haven’t been so nervous since the Mugabe incident, I didn’t think we’d make it. I’d have walked from Hebden, even with the aggressive sheep and the dark.
But it made it. Whether it makes me home from Wolves tomorrow is an interesting question.
Hilariously, the pub then appeared to be shut. No signs of life, no light at 6pm. Duncan would have got in through the kitchen window and poured himself a half if the patio hadn’t burst into light at that moment.
It’s a corker.
From the local charity boxes to the simple seating to the world-beating crisps display to the shining Tim Taylors handpumps.
We bombarded the amiable barman with questions,he joined us in a rendition of Telegraph Road, and we wondered how the Hare & Hounds had avoided the GBG for so long.
Anaesthetised with Golden Best and Landlord Dark, they strapped themselves in for the descent into Sowerby…
FOOTNOTE : In the lovely Queen’s Head in Stourbridge tonight a chap from Walthamstow started reminiscing about this very pub, after a question about Vocation Brewery led inevitably to Hebden. He was thrilled to hear the pub was in such great shape, better than the Flower Pot in his own town, anyway.