Interesting to note, looking back at 5 years worth of posts, just how many towns get three visits in that time. What can it mean ? Well, a new micropub every two years, that’s what.
I mention Belper a lot on this blog, though to be honest it’s the unpretentious hinterland of the Amber Valley outside the city* that holds the appeal.Still, Belper gets bit more pashmina friendly on each visit, and Fresh Basil is the sort of classy deli you expect in Shrewsbury.
Odd place, the uphill market square always a bit too quiet.
Down the hill, it’s gone all arty.
But Arkwrights will serve you decent Pedi from the jug while you admire the Double Diamond sign. As you will, too.
We enjoyed the Angels micro that inspired the Black Sabbath album, their last decent LP.
Here, a half of Abbeydale, a cup of tea and a packet of posh crisps cost £3.30, prices to draw in hipsters of all ages.
Last May I had the joy of escorting BRAPA round the Valley, in a failed attempt to track down the Bass.The Black Bull’s Head was famous for it a decade ago. But we live in an Oakham world now.
Here we met local legend Mark, who gave us a Bass pump clip we fought over for 37 seconds.
My beer was a little thin.
Five minutes away the White Hart in Bargate was eminently walkable, but you know how these young folk struggle on foot.Just another unpretentious flagstoned boozer, with Sex Pistols LP covers, pies from the bar, and good beer. Unless like me you’re on the fizzy beers for the DES (top) .
A year before, I’d liked it a lot. Mrs RM hated it. She kept tripping over dogs.
Good enough, but not the classics we’ll probably get to soon.When we’ll surely find Bass.*Everything is a city, on Trip Advisor at least.