27th February 2020
A glorious February came to an end in the coalfields of Nottinghamshire, inevitably at a community focused micro.
Pleasingly, it filled an irritating gap in the GBG map. These things maatter when you’re as old as me.
A fifteen minute hop from Mansfield’s shiny station gave me a few minutes to explore a proper mining community. Scary children, eerie woods,
A tidy community with a vast number of motorhomes and a Miners Club promising “Kimberley” Smooth.
My micro opened at 4pm to cater for shoppers with Heron Foods bags returning from the “Big City”.
It’s in a great dead-end location, in the best sense of the word.
I wasn’t expecting such a homely place.
For five points name that painting.
One other chap in at 4, so I could follow his lead and have the Shipstons to finish Notts in appropriate style.
Posh scratchings, too, £4.90 for the two so no bargain but high quality.
There’s some nice old photos of children from Blackpool enjoying winter holidays in Mansfield Woodhouse.
“I love your pub” I said. And I did.
And I think I’ve found Simon the perfect future career once his bank job ends.