Eagle-eyed readers (none of you, apparently) will have noted I marked Tuxford on the map showing my well-worn route
home back to Waterbeach via Stamford the other day.
I’ve made you a nicer map, showing the second section of the Great North Road.
Every town, except Tuxford.
Tuxford has the joy of the A1 roaring above its head, and the A6075 snaking quietly through its middle.
“You OK mate ?” said Biker 2.
No GBG pubs in my ticking life, though, and to be honest The Sun looks a bit workaday. Oh, and it’s keg.
There was another pub over the road which probably did Bass from the barrel and Cloudwater, but the Newcastle Arms is now an art gallery, that afore-mentioned horse museum, and a tourist information hotspot.
If it had been open I’d have asked why the population increased by 133 in the first decade of the century, and whether any residents were washed away by the BRAPA accident down the road at Newark Northgate more recently.
Tuxford actually closed their railway station specifically to deprive Simon of an opportunity to disgrace himself here, but retained the lock-up just in cases. Hmm, make a nice micro.
It’s a pleasant place, though “market town” rather oversells it
There’s a gorgeous church,
and Read Grammar School would make a perfect Brunning & Price/Spoons/microbrewery tap.
Apparently there’s another pub in Tuxford, but the Fountain is SO far east of town I didn’t get there, having to stop at the Costcutter for a bottle of raspberry Oasis and a Milky Bar.
That’s how exhausting not visiting pubs is, you know.
And now I read on What Pub’s entry for the Fountain. “This pub is a shock to the system when you walk in.” I’ll have to go back, won’t I ?