SORRY, WHAPWEASEL

Struggling with the blog titles now, as we reach the end of Day 2 of Hadrian’21 and arrive in Greenhead after 23 arduous miles under the Cumbrian sun. Sorry to those of you facing flash floods down south this week.

We DID beat the rain, and arrived to find the new micropub at Thirlwall Castle still under construction.

The castle is just one of Greenhead’s many exciting OS entries, this tiny extract as busy as any outside of Waterbeach.

Sadly, Greenhead itself is little more than a hostel, hotel, cafe, primary school and church just off the A69. Wot no Chinese takeaway ?

Oh, and a railway line thundering past our bedroom window through the night under the bridge below.

Readers who can remember further back than last Friday (not me) may recall the Greenhead Hotel from a mere 21 months ago when I nipped in for a quick half when quick halves were still legal.

I noted then it had recently changed hands, and unbelievably it seems to have changed owners AGAIN during the pandemic. Luckily, those new owners are running the best hotel I’ve stayed at in years.

The new sign is actually quite clever if you look closely.

Looking at the photos from 2019 it doesn’t look a lot different; same giant fireplace and dangling glasses.

Talking of glasses, I could have done without the heavy jug (“Stop complaining you wimp” said Mrs RM).

I’d dared to approach the bar and note that trio of beers. I delayed a decision till the Dad on the table opposite went for the Cumberland Blonde. Mrs RM had the 3rd Blonde pulled, which was therefore the best (NBSS 3+). I was never going for a beer called Whapweasel, it brings back memories of Sunday afternoon TV.

But NO-ONE was here for beer (the hostel which might provide a few drinkers isn’t open yet), and the soundtrack (Natalie’s “Torn” and the Mac’s “Dreams”) matched the lamb cutlets.

OK, it’s not a cheese bap and a pint of Bathams, but I loved it. I’m afraid the only banter came from the septuagenarian diners arriving after us;

Hugging ? Is it allowed now ?

“And kissing ?

In your own castle, possibly. In a pub, never.

15 thoughts on “SORRY, WHAPWEASEL

  1. That is a nice logo design they’ve got there on the sign.I got curious about the meaning of Whapweasel and found this: “a Curlew’s whistle is the origin of the name.” Really it sounds like a euphemism for something, but we’ll have to consult Russ for the full definition I think. 😉

    I love that in the world of pub tickers, those gorgeous-looking lamb cutlets struggle to compare to the glories of a cheese bap.

    Natalie Imbruglia gets saddled with one-hit-wonder status over here, since Torn is her only song that got airplay (and even that one didn’t get so high on the charts). Did she have a more substantial career over there?

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  2. Twenty three miles – I’m impressed, rather I’m more than impressed. I shan’t tell you how long my NDW walks have been, but normally, half that figure is good going for me.

    Are you sure you both weren’t running?

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      1. Sorry, my error. I was thinking you’d walked the 23 miles in a single day!

        It was quite late when I posted that comment, and I also thought you were a fast walker, but wasn’t sure about Mrs RM.

        Glad you’re able to spend some time together enjoying the great outdoors – providing there are no bovines blocking your route! 🐂🐃

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      2. 23 miles is certainly doable, but there’s a lot of stiles and fields and points of interest and there’s a shortage of accommodation so you’re risking overdoing it.

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      3. About fifteen years ago I averaged about fifteen miles a day on the Coast to Coast Path with an old pal from Liverpool.
        There was a shortage of suitable accommodation along some of it so it varied from eight miles one day ( meaning many hours in Patterdale pubs ) to twenty miles on a couple of days.

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  3. “a railway line thundering past our bedroom window through the night”
    Likewise in the Greyhound at Shap, but that’s the West Coast Main Line crossing another Path.

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  4. Carvoran – what a great North Brythonic name that is.

    Mrs. E rather likes the gastro dimension to some pubs, but I prefer pub food to be like the bolt-on Thai operation at the Bartons Arms or the tandoori at the Vine myself.

    It’s give-and-take.

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    1. Very much give and take, though I know Mrs RM would opt for the Vine at West Brom or Thai at Wrestlers in Cambridge over the gastropub.

      Don’t think I’ve taken her to the Barton Arms though we have done the Oakham Thai Tap in Peterborough.

      Carvoran sounds like a UK prog band!

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      1. Yes, Birmingham’s quite good for exotic food, Thai in the Bartons Arms and Indian in the Hen and Chickens.
        And Palmers Tally Ho in the Hen and Chickens a couple of years ago.

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