You left me after my modest huge breakfast in the Three Horseshoes, my first GBG tick 105 days into 2021. At this rate I’ll complete the Beer Guide at the age of 307.
A nice pink tick; I’m amazed my trusty Stabilo Boss hadn’t run dry.
We left the morning drinkers to their Cliff Richard, Joe Jackson and sauce ramekins and explored the little town.
Clay Cross deserves your urgent attention. Well, it does if you need an air gun.
I thought I was about to get told off by Mrs RM for not buying her a Creamland Ice, but her hand gestures were directing me towards the Amber Valley.
We would have stayed for chips; NO-ONE comes to Clay Cross and doesn’t eat chips, but we’d just had breakfast.
If you visit, don’t ask for a barm;
“IT’S A COB”.