Saying goodbye to the giant snails of Ordsall,
we set off for our free campervan spot in Cheadle, coincidentally passing Old Trafford and the mysterious land of Stretford. Send me a million quid and I’ll visit it for you.
Only 22 minutes south, Cheadle is one of Stockport Borough’s many villages.
The free parking spot involves a tiny lane just after the church into Abney Hall Park, a little treasure reassuringly close to the M60.
This is dog-walking central. No showers for humans, but an arty one for canines.
“Mr Stockport” Old Mudgie had recommended the Horse & Farrier 20 minutes away in Gatley, a wise choice for a return visit if Mrs “3 pint down” RM had been in any mood for a 20 minute walk.
No new GBG entries, of course, so we opted instead for the Ashlea, just out of the park entrance.
Because I KNOW you want to read about Cheshire Chef & Brewer family diners.
It had just turned 9.30pm. It looked very quiet. I thought the handpumps were turned.
In we went.
Greene King pubs take their Covid labelling very seriously. 3 minutes later we were met by a lovely man who told us they’d just closed, and the beer had run out anyway.
Now you know how the folk of Carlisle felt during the war.
I made Mrs RM press on, past the closed George & Dragon (Amber),
the closed James Watts (top, Hydes),the closed Crown (also Hydes,your best bet in town),
the closed Church (free),
until finally we saw the welcoming lights of the White Hart (Greene King).
I don’t think Mrs RM would have walked any further. She began to head for the garden.
The Landlord met us at the door.
“Sorry, we’re full. All thirteen tables booked”.
Never have I felt so disconsolate at the loss of a pint of Greene King IPA.
By now it was nearly 10. The High Street was deserted, was there any hope of redemption ?