It’s been wonderful seeing young and old packing out Sheffield pub gardens, confounding the doubters, but now it’s time to get ticking that Beer Guide before the next Lockdown. Folk may be nostalgic for a proper Lockdown by July.
Let’s take the train to Barnsley, home to TWO (2) new ticks. What riches !
The afternoon train towards Huddersfield is half-full, another good sign. The next day I heard the radio ad for Barnsley Town centre and it all made sense.
The transport interchange is a building site, with loads of signs saying “Not this way !”, “No, not Queen St either” and “Take the Red pill”. But you can see how futuristic it all is now.
My first time in this lovely, gritty town since 2017, when it hosted Question Time and Isabelle Oakeshott failed to gain admission to Barnsley’s new micropub (or the Conservative Club with its GBG-friendly Wobbly Bob) afterwards.
Our youngest son has been planning a trip to enjoy the town’s famous nightlife as normality returns, though I’m unsure what counts as normality in Barnsley.
On New Year’s Eve 1995 in Piccolos Mrs RM was offered a Cinzano Coffee instead of the duller Baileys option. Craft indeed.
The town lives for the weekend, like a rarely heard Gary Moore lyric, so Thursday afternoon isn’t the best time to appreciate its charms, but I’ll try.
It’s stunning, the Town Hall more glorious than the Taj Mahal, the cobbled streets and blossoms a rival for York or Chester.
Let the doubters doubt, regular readers will know I’m telling the truth.
Sadly, my first new tick in the glossy Gateway project is unexpectedly closed, of which more later.
But I’m not downcast, following a trail of spotless Old Town gardens to Palm Street.
Where I find this..