Fish and chips are essential. Apparently.
The sun on your face and the first bloom of Spring is even more vital.
It felt like a minor rebirth as we strolled round the ancient village of Ecclesfield, just north of the Northern General and south of the birthplace of those Arctic Monkeys, whose most famous track “Don’t Sit Down Cause I’ve Moved Your Chair” recalls a hilarious incident on a Young Codgers pub crawl round Grenoside.
Most of Sheffield’s suburbs so far have looked like, er, suburbs. Ecclesfield feels like a village. Look ! It’s got informative panels about scythe-making !
There’s half a dozen pubs so I’ll DEFINITELY be back,
shivering in the pub garden in June seeing if the Black Bull has a new tenant.
There’s Doom Bar in the Travellers Rest, as the song goes,
and “Beer Range Varies” elsewhere.
Solid, stone-built pubs and ghost signs. What more do you want when you’ve been locked up for months ?
Well, a nice church on a hill with a genuine Tourist Attraction, I guess.
Sadly, we never found the 6 faces in a wall, an exhibit depicting the time a group of Pub Tickers asked for a top up of their Bradfield Blonde in 1972.
But we found the best-rated chippy, and Mrs RM even made it in the Friery before these two distraught lads.
Note the shirt sleeves. In Ecclesfield Park there were young people in crop tops !
We split two portions of freshly fried cod and chips (£11) between the three of us and felt renewed.