More North Yorkshire stragglers, and a first trip to the tourist honeypot of Helmsley (pop. 1,515) for 25 years. Is that possible ?
It’s very North Yorkshire coach party/bikers/OAP destination for people who can’t brave the A170 to Scarbs and Whitby, but punches well above its weight and is undeniably a little bit lovely (though it’s no Staithes).
A look at the OS extract reveals Cistercian abbeys. Ionic temples, the medieval village of Griff, a dismantled railway and of course a brewery tap in the GBG.
The internet ran out, but luckily I spotted the brewery van outside their solid looking tap.
Let’s be honest. It’s functional.
And drinking a half of pale next to a brewing vessel is a bit dull, however good the beer (it was superb, a cool, sherberty 3.5).
Luckily, the well-heeled crowd were all in the cheery little garden, discussing their Prosecco choices with visiting relatives. It was the poshest tap I’ve ever been in, and I’ve been to Banks’s brewery with the Mudg(i)es.
Helmsley was heaving, and I had to queue outside Thomas the Baker for their award-winning sausage and black pudding roll.
Tradition dictates it is consumed outside the parish church.
So good, I had another one in Pickering today. I’m getting predictable in my old age.