REDCAR RENAISSANCE

One of the world’s great views next.

Crook, Hartlepool, Redcar…., what treats for you.

It’s over four years since I made it to Redcar, and that was for an Ember Inn. Before that it was Spoons. So only fair that a micro gets the visit this time.

Last time I noted the number of day-trippers from Middlesbrough and Marske, and here they were again, wondering when this exciting looking slide will be finished.

I am Kurious Seagull

Some lovely street art, as Redcar becomes the Margate (OK, Herne Bay) of the North, the Fleetwood of the East.

It’s spick and span, which is good enough for me. Loads of dog walkers on the beach, a fair few families queueing for lemon tops at Pacitto’s, one pub ticker looking for micros.

The High Street is quieter than Gorleston on a wet Wednesday in November, the only highlight being this branch of an evangelical church called “God Wins”.

A quick look at WhatPub finds a sea of keg, bar one pre-emptive certainty which I’d have popped in if it hadn’t looked terrifying*. After you, Si,

Rita’s Pantry was buzzing too, a micro in the mould of those Baker St. Boro bars.

Ooh, Titanic. The wrong one
Folk under 56 in a micro. Call the cops

In a place called Rita’s Pantry you expect to hear “Martika’s Kitchen” (forget who that’s by), but “Manic Monday” and “How Bizarre” felt close enough.

Cosy, welcoming, crafty in part, pubby in others (see pickled eggs). I had the Pennine on cask, just as a local came in and said “The Pennine still on, I thought it was on its way out”. And he may have been right, but I scored a 3 so there.

But you know what, I still get Redcar mixed up with Saltburn, you know.

*One lad was wearing a PSG shirt, that’s all I’m saying

14 thoughts on “REDCAR RENAISSANCE

  1. “One of the world’s great views next.”

    Of…..

    “wondering when this exciting looking slide will be finished.”

    That’s the new CERN hadron collider surely.

    “I am Kurious Seagull”

    Naw. That’s Johnathan Livingstone taking a break from learning how to fly really really fast.

    “the only highlight being this branch of an evangelical church called “God Wins”.”

    There’s Armageddon sorted out then.

    “After you, Si,”

    Blimey. Why are they all dressed in black… in Redcar? 😉

    Also, whenever I see a TO LET sign, I want to put an ‘I’ in between the two words. 🙂

    “Ooh, Titanic. The wrong one”

    The ‘new normal’. 😉

    “But you know what, I still get Redcar mixed up with Saltburn, you know.”

    Well… a salt burn will look red in the car on the way home?

    Cheers

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    1. You put more effort into your comments that we put into these blogs, Russ !

      I hadn’t thought about the Medium Hadron Collider. Hope someone doesn’t drop a chicken parmo in there while it’s spinning.

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      1. “You put more effort into your comments that we put into these blogs, Russ !”

        I shall say this just once; not bloody likely! 😉

        I can only comment on what someone has blogged. Without you taking the time to blog, I can’t add my two cents as it were.

        I was the same way back in the day for Diablo II (going a bit off topic here):

        In D2 (Diablo II) you could play hardcore; which meant when your character died it was final. From 2002 till 2007 I started doing poetic obituaries if someone posted about their death on a website called ‘theamazonbasin.com”. I did over 2,000! But, it was all based on what someone wrote. My muse mostly works when I have someone else’s leavings to pick over.* 🙂

        Cheers

        * – oh, ok; I do poems for my darling wife every birthday, Christmas, and anniversary. 🙂

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