I wondered why I stopped in Thirsk on the way back from Peterlee.
Oh yes, I was waiting for the Golden Lion to open.
I parked in the safest looking bit of town.
Thirsk always disappoints me, with a lone GBG entry (if you’re lucky) that doesn’t even sound like a pub.
Perhaps I’m being harsh, expecting much of a town of 4,998 souls (less than Waterbeach).
It just looks bigger, with its “All Creatures Great and Small” theme park, Ritz cinema,
and “World’s Biggest Salt & Pepper Box” (as yet untried).
The real problem is that the Market Place is a giant car park, mucking up my arty shots.
My stop comprised an average Italian bagel and that lovely non-alcoholic soda I discovered in Selby, enjoyed in Spoons while watching mums and mitherers pop in to use the toilet.
I stayed in the Three Tuns a few years ago for £39, but can’t remember popping in any of the other pubs in town, which remain an out-of-GBG experience.
Here they are, denoted by their house cask beer.
There you go. Stay in Thirsk and enjoy a night of Doom Bar, Greene King IPA and Mansfield. Can’t think of anything better.
I moved on to the Golden Lion in Helperby, which obviously was still closed.