The new GBG hadn’t yet arrived but young BRAPA (wait till you see the old one) had sent me details for Derbyshire and I used the first week of November doing the “low hanging fruit“. A dreadful phrase which somehow makes South Derbyshire sound quite attractive.
Half an hour to Derby Station, 16 minutes to Spondon, which gets listed under “Derby” in the Guide even though it looks a self-standing village while tiny suburbs of Huddersfield get listed separately.
Arriving at the Malt Shovel at the What Pub approved opening time of 11:30 I was delighted to find an Old Skool Bass opening times sign confirming the hours,
and equally delighted to find them absolutely pointless as there would be no sign of life till noon.
Half an hour is the perfect amount of time to explore Spondon’s minor treasures; a few half-timbered buildings, leafy churchyard (ain’t Autumn great ?) and two very contrasting doors side by side on Potter Street.
I recommend visiting midweek and having one of each of the dishes at Tamarind.
Back at the Malt Shovel a regular had beaten me to the front of the queue for a pint of a Pedi. It’s always mildly irritating when you realise what beer you could have had if you’d turned up 25 years earlier;
What a well-dressed man.
Gentlefolk trade means lots of takers for some impressive looking home-cooked food, and pints. I took the room to my left but I had a choice of four.
Bass mirror, bench seating, cool pint, fresh flowers,
and marital advice just off the Brian Clough Way.
Good advice, too.