Yes, 2 parters now. That’s how exciting my next walk is. Or how desperately short of material I am.
James was impressed by my first tentative excursion into Park Hill, so on the Friday he joined me on a Proper Publess Exploration, armed only with 6 months worth of unused Wetherspoons vouchers (no reasonable offers refused – are they valid in airports airside ?),
and a suspicion that someone would tell me off for taking photos.
The Park Hill Flats tower above the station, but unless you live there or tick venues used in Arctic Monkeys videos or Pulp lyrics you’d never climb to the top of the hill.
When I first started pubbing the North in the early ’90s only Macclesfield had more imposing tower blocks (Victoria Park) in the centre of town.
James said Park Hill “divides opinion” when I asked him what he thought; that’s the sort of woolly opinion you get from 3 years at a Russell Group University.
We approached Park Hill from the Durham Ox and the brutal addition to St. John’s,
and headed up Bernard Street, underneath the careful watch of Hyde Park Terrace;
James, perhaps playing his role too keenly, stopped to admire the Hand Car Wash (one of 307 in Greater Sheffield).
I’d managed to load WhatPub and could see SIX pubs (and two clubs) around the estate that dominates a small suburb with light industrial activity that’s as far from Kelham Island as you’ll get.
ALL six of them closed, leaving 2 members clubs and the Sheffield Tap unexpectedly as the closest real ale outlet.
The dead pubs aren’t as exciting as those two down the hill,
though my heart leapt for joy when James unexpectedly found the pub sign holder for the Link Inn.
I’d been admiring the art at the windows of the deserted flats behind, so it’s a good job my son has an eye for pub detail. He can come on the next Old Codgers Day Out.
More later, but watch this video for the history.