I’m afraid this blog is a bit pub-heavy at the moment, lacking those in-depth appraisals of the art, architecture and artisanal pizza of our UK towns.
My recommendation is Jane Stuart’s review of her trip to Bristol this weekend, which will guide you to the best cask, Colston (statue) and Bristol Rovers condoms. It’s a masterpiece.
I went to Bollington and didn’t even take a photo of the pott at Pott Shrigley. It was raining; we’re in Macclesfield, so obviously it was raining.
But I did get some good shots inside
Well, there’s two things I immediately like about the Cotton Tree. Opening times (every day !) prominently displayed, and that loveable Bass lantern.
But does a Bass lantern guarantee Bass ?
Quite a task spotting it behind the perspex at the bar, as the Covid precautions remain firmly in place here.
They feel a bit at odds with a traditional wet-led pub that looks like it should have been in the GBG before now, but competition is high for places in East Cheshire.
At the bar a young chap is asking for tasters of the Hobgoblin Gold. One of the unexpected benefits of Covid was the death of tasters
and beer festivals. He enthuses about the aromas and buys a pint to go along with his Staropramen.
I don’t need a taster of the Bass, of course, and instead bore the landlady by talking about brass.
It’s a lovely pub, and a lovely cool pint of foamy Bass in the Derbyshire tradition (NBSS 3.5),
Come for the locks, stay for the lacings.