Back to the travels, as I tackle the area popularly known as “Posh Stoke”.
It’s nearly a decade since I last nearly lost the contents of my stomach (possibly a Balti in Leek the night before) on a ride at Alton Towers called the Veloctitraptor or something. The one that just drops to earth at 300mph.
Until I looked at the OS extract just now I hadn’t realised just how close the village named after the theme park actually was.
I could literally have nipped to the Alton Bridge/Talbot over lunch and been back in time to get soaked at that place where kids from Kidsgrove squirt water as your pirate boat meanders round the lake.
Oddly, 3 years ago I stood in this exact spot outside the Alton Bridge Hotel (Wincle, NBSS 1.5),
and wrote “And mysteriously, seems to have its own pub in the grounds. Now, I can find nothing about the Talbot at all on the internet, so it’s over to you.”
Yes, it’s more Bass for us tickers to enjoy, if there’s anyone around to drive it down the A50.
The Talbot shares outside areas and parking with it’s big brother hotel, but retains an Olde Worlde styling that will delight the Southworths if not Stafford Paul.
We actually tipped up well before noon on Sunday and got a pint, a particular joy.
Well, Mrs RM did, I was on driving duties having called “Tails” on a dice with six “Tails” on it.
I had the legally required sip though, to get the tick. NBSS 3+, I thought. Let the lacings reveal all;
Nice people, nice place. Unfussy and despite lots of nervous diners arriving at the door as 12:00 approached I’d pop in for a beer once one of my lads learns to drive and repays his old Dad with some taxi duties.
Be warned though, on Sunday mornings a little van (Project D, of Spondon) selling doughnuts pulls up in the car park and like the Child Catcher in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang tempts you out of the Talbot with gooey goodness.
We gave that box to James and his mates, boosting my likelihood of that lift to a pub by at least 17%.