Late on Sunday The Pub Ticking Phenomenon Known As BRAPA asked about catching up the next day to tick Sheffield. 7 hours spent checking Facebook, Twitter and the Micropub Almanac revealed that ALL 3 of Si’s targets were likely to be shut, so I suggested being DES on a tour of West Yorkshire.
“Could we try and do Hanging Heaton as well ?” asked Si, pushing his luck. Don’t ask, don’t get.
Bradford’s treasures are now within an hour’s reach.
The lone new entry (Exchange Beer House) isn’t open till the 17th (which needs an official title*) so I’ll be back by train soon enough and can then enjoy the many delights of West Yorkshire’s premier drinking town, which it certainly is now Huddersfield has lost the Slubbers.
Si was getting his first jab at 3:15 in the Jacob’s Well pub,
or at least that’s how I read his text. I’d normally have parked at least five miles away to give him some exercise, but as an occasionally caring individual I didn’t want him passing out post-vac like some Gen X’ers.
So I parked outside the gorgeous primary school; 7 year olds don’t nick your car, do they ?
The area south of centre is a joy for lovers of football shirt sponsors, peeling paintwork, and streets dedicated to famous Pub Men who were actually educated at the local University.
While the dodgy underpass takes you beneath Hall Ings to a deserted Centenary Square where the water fountains have been switched off as Covid likes water, apparently.
That’s a shame; the fountains between the Alhambra and City Hall are wonderful fun for toddlers and 56 year old topers alike.
So, two hours to kills before I become BRAPA’s taxi, time to admire the civic architecture and street art and find curry.
Look ! I’ve brought the good weather with me again ! Who’d have guessed that ?
Actually, close to Jinnah, which promised me this;
But sadly, not till 3pm. Who eats a late breakfast at 3pm ?
Time for a change of plan..
*Thanks Mark !