I was recently thinking of UK places that have become iconic in the last few years, and came up with Halifax’s Piece Hall, the Ouseburn Valley, and the Millennium Walkway in New Mills. For all I know The South has some iconic places of its own, but it’s a while since I went to Aldershot.
Matthew had popped to New Mills from Manchester the other Sunday, raved about the food by the walkway, and last Tuesday I headed back myself for a brand new GBG22 tick.
It wasn’t this one though,
but Matt had been to Shrub Club in the mill and I hate having children being one up on me.
Blimey, you could be in one of those Devon pubs run by an octogenarian selling warm Otter.
It’s a cosy bar with tables overlooking the Goyt, “specialising in small plate food and unique shrub and sherbet cocktails“.
And Torrside craft beers, as found in Stockport’s top craft bar.
Sadly, Shrub won’t get in the GBG with only cask cider on the pumps, but that won’t stop the Pashmina Paulines switching their dark peak pound from Hayfield to New Mills to drink gin on the padded seats and staring at the river.
I drank something chilled but tasty called Shrub-A-Dub-Dub, of course,
A decade ago the culinary options in New Mills seemed to be pizza or burger; how quickly things change when you get youth involved.
A group of walkers came in, asked a series of increasingly detailed questions about parking their campervans outside, stared at the keg pumps for a minute and then chose flat whites, lattes and a pot of tea. #KegIsDead.
Young folk rubbed shoulders with old (not me, obvs), a walker came back and asked if anyone had handed in his lost army badge, I stared out of the same window as Matt had a week before.
The soundtrack moved from “He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother” to “This Is How It Feels” ; Greater Manchester classics both.
I moved on.