It’s turned bitterly cold here in t’north, so my daily walks need some fortifying Breakfast Stout before I set out.
Whatever happened to the plain old un-twisted award-winning Breakfast Stout we know and love ? Why is there an obsession with changing things that work ? I blame CAMRA.
Just a short walk round the industrial bits of Kelham Island, away from the artisan bakeries, brewery taps and (vegan) flea markets.
Still lots of official art, but the fading ’50s signs are the big draw.
If you wondered what Lockdown meant, come here. EVERY building, whether roofing or ducting or German car parts or sourdough, all churning out GDP. “Strengthen the Lockdown !” screams Mumsnet, before complaining that their latest Amazon delivery is an hour late.
I stop to photograph this picture which perfectly captures what industrial Kelham feels about hipster Kelham.
Seconds later, a white van slowly pulls up alongside me, and winds down the window. I expect a gun to be pulled, but then realise I’m watching too much Finnish police drama (“Deadwind” – great).
“Oi mate, what you taking pictures of”.
I show him. He laughs and speeds off, leaving me to my art.
There’s quite a few bobble hats and pashminas crossing the Don, snapping the art.
It looks lovely, and sad.
Have a pub, of sorts, to end.
The Michelined Milestone sadly wasn’t reviewed by Alan. Or Will. So here’s a complaint from “Peter”;
“They ran out of clams for the clam & mussels dish, the black pudding & pigs head and the fried tofu starters were woefully small“