The big question, is it Aunt or Auntie ? Which camp are you in ?
Dick and Dave Southworth (other acceptable Americans are available) will be in torment today as they realise they’ve missed “Everyone’s Favourite Camp Auntie” due to my laziness in bringing this blog up to date.
Into Greater Bolton.
We arrived in Horwich just before Sunday opening to find one chap driving his scooter to the back of the queue.
Horwich used to be a town of Holt Mild and Bank Top in corner pubs with fake plastic plants, like a Radiohead outtake.
Now it’s brewery taps and gin bars to tempt in the pashmina and Helly Hansen crowd on their way back from Rivington Pike to watch Aunty Ginger.
Tap & Cork was one of my last Lancs licks, with its limited micro hours.
But although there’s a few authentic micropub touches,
the keg range and entertainment screams “late-night venue”.
Look how patiently Mrs RM waits for her Clwb Tropica. Is she on Untppd do y’reckon ?
No idea what I had, something local and pale (NBSS 3), which narrows it down to about 377 beers.
Luckily I can tell Pipers a mile off.
Yes, the only customers on a Sunday afternoon, so we had a robustly ’80s soundtrack to ourselves. By this stage in August I was starting to realise that pubs might be back but the punters weren’t.