There’s two main options if you’re staying over in Seaham tonight.
Seaham Hall is no doubt the choice of my discerning readers like Pauline and Stafford Paul.
Or you could save £525 and park up for free at Nose’s Point,
and have views like these from your window;
A 20 minute walk into town (Guardian readers : taxi) reveals the Peterhead of the, er, south.
My new tick is a coal-themed micro on Church Street, the main drag. I typed “Coal” into Google Maps and followed the arrows.
I’d EVEN phoned ahead to make sure it’s be open at 8pm.
Very shut. No opening times. No GBG sticker.
No GBG sticker ! I check WhatPub, and immediately realise my schoolboy error.
The Coalface ISN’T the Coalhouse, Church Street’s second new micro yards away.
Surely the Coalhouse should sue the Coalface for cultural appropriation or summat*.
They won’t. They’re lovely people. And anyone who sells Sam Smiths Organic Lager (and Stout), possibly cheaper than Sam, deserves your support.
Spotless and spacious and sporting a lovely mural of the mines, trade had been steady enough to keep GNEB and North Riding beers at a good standard, but I sense the Old Boys still cautious about a speedy return round here.
Mark will be delighted to learn what was playing as I entered, at volumes just low enough to deter the evil singing;
No criticism can be made of a pub playing China Crisis.
Or T’Pau’s “China In Your Hands“, come to that.
*I am joking