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.
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.