As you’ll have realised if you bothered studying my May travel map*, there was a trip to Castleford squeezed in before month-end.
This will really make my American readers jealous they’re not in England this summer. “Cas” has never featured in the blog before, but then neither has Bexhill.
But I know I’ve stopped off at the Winter Seam, the Spoons squeezed into the snow dome at Junction 32 off the M62 which greets you if you brave West Yorkshire’s most unsung town by car.
This is WHY it’s unsung;
Lovely fonts for Matthew Lawrenson,
those windows in the ruined Crimea Tavern (above),
a gorgeous walkway over the Aire accompanied by that powerful smell of sluice gate (the boat isn’t a secret micro),
and the wonderful tiling of the Junction, the pub that specialises in beers from the wood.
In fact, most of the town looked dead, including the absolute pre-emptive cert of Doghouse, cousin of a new GBG entry in Selby, the Castleford of the West (?).
And finding myself unexpectedly back at the Station Pub (great name), the strains of Pat Benatar’s “Love Is A Battlefield” didn’t entirely convince me of the presence of life.
It was 15:40. I’d best go and give Leon a welcoming committee.
*Reminds me, I need to update the map on my blog