The ticking has really re-started this last week.
Look at that little bit of floating Yorkshire in the bottom left.
That’s Greater Selby, the bit I always deny the existence of. Just like the Isle of Wight.
Only 2 hours 28, technically my shortest journey to a new GBG tick.
Not your typical smaller North Yorkshire pashmina market town like Thirsk or Ripon or Wetherby; it’s more akin to the Fenland fried chicken towns of Chatteris and March.
Only with a better church.
“Gritty”, I’d call it. But it’s spick and span, bustling with gentlefolk, and boasting some decent pub architecture. 25 pubs for 15,000 souls is good going.
I’d raved about the Cricketers in 2015. 4 years later Sam Smiths were looking for a couple to run it. Putting up the price of a pint by a quid will be a hard sell in Selby, I feel.
On my last visit the New Inn scored higher for “Pub” than beer, if I’m honest.
There’s a new craft bar, Doghouse, that I’ve no doubt will be in the next GBG. Being craft it wasn’t open yet.
I was back for the Nelson, though frankly a complete absence of reports on t’internet had already told me was likely to be a forlorn effort at a tick.
“Closed until further notice” said the note on the door. I’m treating this as deleted from the GBG, and BRAPA agrees with me.
I found another GBG target, and used up half an hour in the Spoons.
You may hate them, but Mrs RM and my eldest lad and I think they’ve done aa good job with their New Normal.
Clean, spacious, cool pubs with cheery staff.
Just a LOT quieter than I’d expect.
Quite a decent effort on the local ales, all for naught as I went soft.
“Gunna Muscovite is a cunning combination of fresh lemon, mint and a twist of ginger“. Highly recommended, matched with my usual chicken bites.
“Here you go sweetheart. Enjoy it, darling” said the nice lady, mistaking me for Simon, before buying the chap in the electric scooter his Pinot Grigio with a fistful of coins as he didn’t have a phone.
Whatever you think of the boss, Tim’s staff rarely let him down.