From Greenland to Attercliffe to complete a magical afternoon. The only things that would have made it better would have been a) A pint in any of the John Smiths pub and/or b) A Lamb Handi curry in one of Attercliffe’s many curry houses.
But it was enough, that day, to explore a suburb I’d always bypassed (by the A6109) on the route from Meadowhall to The Valley of Beer.
Known for industry and closed pubs nowadays, but a century ago home to high class shops and cinemas. Yes, Burton was once a high class shop. You can tell that from the (broken) “Swansea” on the window.
Yes, Attercliffe is the Rotherham of the, er, west (?).
Some people like to visit places they know and love, year after year after year. But I just want to wake up each morning in a different town and explore all day.
This stroll was a joy. What Pub reveals a treasure chest of pubs when you include closed and keg pubs.
But zoom in, limit your search to open (pre-Lockdown) pubs serving real ale, and your map looks very different;
The only real ale pub is the Sportsman, the one that sold Will a pint for £1.10 less than a decade ago. Read into that what you will.
My magic spreadsheet says I’d been to the Cocked Hat (R.I.P.),
and the Carlton, very much alive despite the rumours spread by the Sheffield Star.
Sadly, the Don Valley Hotel appears to have become a members club to keep me out of karaoke night.
Loads to explore when we’re allowed out again.
And if all that doesn’t drag you out from Kelham Island with your fancy vegan bakes, the Smallest Carrot Company should do the trick.