We went for an aimless drive round the Peak and ended up in Penistone, a posh satellite town for Barnsley. It happens.
Hadn’t been for years, no need for the A628 when the A616 gets you to Manchester quickest, but it’s a wonky train ride from Sheffield via micro-mad Barnsley so I’m bound to do a pub visit some day soon.
For now, I showed Mrs RM the cultural highlights.
Actually, the Paramount cinema has handpumps, a bit of a rarity in Penistone. You can take your pint of Acorn (hopefully Gorlovka) into the showing of Ferris Bueller when it re-opens.
Most old folk come here on the Trans Pennine Trail that takes you above the town. Only now do I realise how close we are to Holmfirth, which has a bit more character (and a lot more pubs) than its South Yorkshire neighbour.
At the point above I should have been able to see the Wentworth Arms, my only previous town tick, but that one was converted to flats. Use them or have them converted to retirement properties, folks.
Quite a few clubs, just two Proper Pubs in town, but one of them has nice Tetley windows and one is a Craft Union.
Actually she may have seen this;
You’ll recognise this one, part of a collection curated by Mrs RM using her usual criteria of “what’s strongest ?”. I won’t tell Stafford Paul how much it cost but it would have bought 5 pints in the Craft Union. Worth it, somehow.
To be honest, it doesn’t feel like a town of 23,000 souls, but I suspect it’ll be worth a visit when the Tap and the Craft Union open up indoors, and I’ve a tick to do down the lane in Oxspring.
And I know you want to see the interior of a chemist selling Gillette blades from 892 AD.