Next stop, Cheadle. No, no, not THAT Cheadle.
The one Stockport owns.
And seamlessly from one Hulme to another one;
W. Hulme Farm Produce is still boarded up. Information welcome.
Bar the Church of St Mary’s, it’s the architectural highlight of a village that’s little more than a main road from Stockport to the A34 and the south.
So I’ll do what I always do when there’s little to say and give you a pic of a cuddly cat.
And now this Hyde’s house with crafty allusions is in the Guide.
Several of us GBG tickers were sure we’d been to the James Watts before, but that was the James Watt in Greenock, or possibly David Watts by The Jam. Fa fa fa fa fa.
Apparently, it’s Christmas in Cheadle. Time for me to buy my Doom Bar advent calendar, I guess.
There’s an inviting/scary (delete as applicable) range of Hyde’s beers,
and the wall display carries a hundred more alcoholic options, including what appears to be gins displayed in ABV order, which is daft as you’ll always just start with the strongest, surely ?
A modern soundtrack, exemplified by NONONO, Swedish rockers and a favourite of Mudgie.
“No No No” is probably what the gentlefolk custom are thinking, though at least it’s the acoustic version. Two Old Boys in flat cap drinking pints, two ladies having their usual flat whites.
The lovely lady behind the bar forgot to top up my cool, foamy half of Original (NBSS 3+), distracted by putting the foam on the coffees, but I didn’t mind at all.
It’s lovely to see gentlefolk back in pubs again, drinking pints, reading papers, making small talk.
I can even forgive that seating.