More suburban strolling, then I must get back to Guess the Pub or Lorenzo will have withdrawal symptoms.
I finally made it to Darnall this week, though I saved Handsworth and the High Hazels (sounds like a pub rock band from the mid-70s) for a rainy day.
The main car park is occupied by an underused Covid testing centre, so I find a place next to Seven Hills Tyres,
and the Floral & Horticultural Institute Social Club, whose appeal faltered when they dropped Flowers IPA (possibly).
“I am Darnall’s only visitor” is the alternative title for this blog post, though surely the ghost signs here are a magnet for the adventurous tourist ?
Staniforth Road, the main drag, is a succession of charcoal grills and cookie bars, which I somehow resist.
Instead I admire the shiny new NHS buildings across the road.
Sadly, Sheffield CCG staff are banned from drinking at lunchtime, so THE ONLY PUB in town is denied their custom, and the Terminus Tavern sits, forlorn, waiting for a retiredmartin.com visit in May.
The great Will Larter took a photo but stayed outside. A quick Google reveals almost nothing about the Tavern, bar this cheery piece;
“A man needed 167 stitches after he was slashed across his neck, face and arms in a stabbing at the Terminus Tavern, Darnall, Sheffield, in April 2017. His attacker was jailed for 16 years.”
I’m not scared.
I walked the less-than-mean streets looking for evidence of Darnall’s once thriving pub scene. Let the trees reveal;
An hour well spent, with the joy of a Sizzling pub over in Handsworth to come. The locals have even provided a resting spot to break your journey. The green sofa is my pick.