My “tick”, the Rock Mill in New Mills only opens two evenings a week. On Mondays and Tuesdays.
I’m OK, I live a 45 minutes train journey, don’t work, and it was a Tuesday. But won’t someone think about
the children BRAPA ?
I’d spent the whole of Tuesday afternoon counting down to opening at 17:00. I’d send the brewer e-mails, texts and messages by pigeon that were shot down somewhere near Castleton. “Yes ! We’re open !” came back the text.
Dusk fell on New Mills, which went from this,
We nearly moved here last year instead of Sheffield, swayed only by the time it would have taken to get home to my parents.
Now, it looked magical. Even the little brewery tap tucked away off the High Street which clearly opens when the brewer finishes brewing.
The tap reminds me a bit of St Helens (in)famous Connoisseur Ales Tap, which opened one Saturday a month as long as it didn’t, and infuriated GBG tickers and folk who couldn’t spell Conniseur alike.
Rock Mill makes Connoisseur seem like Brunning & Price, and I loved it for that.
Four chairs, two pumps, one genial brewer who may be the friendliest new entry in the Guide.
The Blackberry Stout was superb, I got a potted history of the brewery and the beer brewed from the Isle of Man races I took back to Mrs RM, and I wish that there were more places like this in the Guide.
Though if I’m honest, Mrs RM and James preferred the Swizzels, fresh from their New Mills factory.
Breweries are fine, but the smell of Parma Violets from the Swizzels factory is to die for.