Back to the Sheffield suburbs again, and the first legitimate commuter village you come to beyond the end of the tram line. Once I’m 3 weeks clear of my first jab and have all these pub “wine gardens” to explore I might give the tram a proper workout. “Sheffield Wine Gardens by t’Tram” will be available free to my Patronised readers.
I didn’t actually walk from Middlewood Tram Stop to Oughtibridge, but it’s only 25 minutes for fit people like me, and you get access to the glorious hills and thrills I recently explored at Birley Edge.
My photos were rubbish so here’s one from Tony Allsop’s excellent blog. Tony is to Sheffield walks what Will Larter is to scoring pubs “6”.
Oughtibridge itself is on first sight a little too dormitory village, bar FOUR pubs for 3,584 people and the Hagg Stones quarry, which is more hagg than stones if you know what I mean.
A group of lads just out of school eye me suspiciously before saying “alright mate” (not a question) and I head for the river, where just out of shot is a football still bobbing about on the water, deposited by a giant Ian Clarkson clearance in a Sheffield Wednesday v Birmingham fixture in 1992. See if you can spot it.
The main activity on my trip was purchasing a can of fizzy mango juice and crossing the road to avoid schoolchildren (it’s been great to see them back this week, seemingly unscathed by the closure of pubs) and attempting to look inconspicuous while taking snaps of the four similar looking boozers.
Actually, that’s a bit of a cheat. The White Har is now Lulu Mae’s Bridalwear, which says a lot about the priorities of folk in Oughtibridge. Getting p****d, getting married, chips and fishing.
Though not necessarily in that order.