Before I start, can I direct your attention to this wonderful photo in BRAPA’s latest post.
That’s the sort of picture you don’t get in Hebden Bridge, where the pubs are full of beardy hipsters and/or Pashmina Paulines and the lager louts have to take a minibus to drink in Burnley.
What a jewel Hebden is, particularly for a Fen lad like myself. Nature at it’s very best.
Hebden has long been known as the Chorlton of the east (see: BRAPA, this week), due to its vegan stationery and recycled soap shops pushing the average house prices into the stratosphere (well above Accrington, anyway).
But on a sunny Monday in July ALL the visitors were gentlefolk on coach tours from Calderdale, treating the UK’s most alternative town as if it were Whitby or Harrogate.
I haven’t seen a town so busy since 2019; EVERY pub was heaving.
Except my GBG target, the Nightjar, the craft bar tucked into the Arts Cinema.
Despite Facebook claiming it was open at 3, it was firmly shut. I was in despair, having had an earlier attempt to complete West Yorkshire thwarted by a Covid issue the previous month.
So I made do with a pre-emptive in Vocation & Co, a wonderful drop of Pride & Joy, joy I wasn’t feeling.
Lest you think I’m having a go at Nightjar, I’m really not. You should NEVER visit a pub without phoning first, and should definitely never trust Facebook. The owner apologised when I noted the hours error, and I said I’d be back.
And later that week, I was, with Mrs RM for mental support.