Today I walked to Middlewood, at the end of the Sheffield tram line. There are NO pubs there, just a Sheffield Wednesday training ground. Not that you’d know they trained.
So, instead of a dull walk, I’m bringing you the highlights from the 3rd edition of the North Yorkshire Guide to real ale pubs. (thanks again to Alastair Gilmour).
It’s a 99p cracker, setting a stylistic tone that lasted for 20 years.
Excellent maps, expansive pub descriptions, and some heroically un-woke photos of barmaids I’ll let Duncan show you when I pass the Guide on.
Yorkshire pubs looked very different in 1980. There were no women, and the bar was a cosy fug of pipe smoke and swearing about Leeds post-Tony Currie.
At least there were no guest beers. The most hand pumps I could find was this exotica in Cowthorpe’s free house;
For the usual prize, which was the Liverpool-brewed cask beer in the Black Bull in Cowling ?
Most pubs had one or two beers, and the county was awash with Bass, though not always the real stuff.
We were still years away from all-day licensing hours, but the many market towns selling artisanal cheese, old copies of AD2000 and healing crystals could at least get a few extra hours at prescribed times.
The ultimate tourist town, of course, was York, and by 1980 the CAMRA Guide had a gorgeous little map showing the pubs locations in relation to the big church and the Harry Potter shop.
Just for Mark, here’s Ye Olde Starre.
The top pic is from Selby’s gorgeous New Inn, where the photographer was reprimanded for taking interior shots of the bar.
You won’t get that sort of behaviour from me, obviously.