Having confirmed, annoyingly, that Will was correct and that there indeed is a Sam Smiths pub here, I had an hour to excercise before my daily trip to the tip with Mrs RM’s never-ending cardboard boxes.
Enough time to make it to the exotic sounding Wharncliffe Side, which is to Oughtibridge what Heptonstall is to Hebden.
One more chance to explore the abandoned Stones pub,
and this attempt at luxury camping with forest views.
Very steep up the delightfully named Cockshutt Lane, where I feel very much one with the North.
If anyone needs any Steve Coogan DVDs “borrowed” from the phone box, send me a DM.
It’s a pleasing little village, with some frantic housing development near the
sewage works mill.
If you have any questions about the Whancliffe Dragon, send them to local expert Will.
Local Bradfield Brewery’s Wharncliffe Arms had all of 3 months free of Punch ownership before Covid struck.
Let us be joyful, jolly, and motivated to return to pubs like the Wharncliffe Arms.
Whether that’s in April or May.