I’ve been tackling Greater Manchester in singles and the odd scampered two ticks, a bit like Chris Tavaré approaching a T20 target of 189.
The next one is in the mysterious area between Greater Stockport and Tameside.
In fact, it’s practically on the border (“the Stockport side” confirmed the landlord of the Arden Arms).
I note there’s advertising space on the boundary sign and recommend that my readers crowd-fund an advert saying “Celebrate retiredmartin’s birthday on 22 December by drinking Doom Bar“. Thank you.
Bredbury remains a mystery to me (bar Lees’s Travellers Call), as the Arden is well out of town, surrounded by fishing spots, horses and cobbles.
The signage says to me “Boozer, all-comers welcome” rather than “Pillow, pint, pashminas prioritised“.
Fans of dark wood will think they’re in the other Arden Arms.
Except this one has the big screen, the play area, the high seats for toddlers, and the Maoam sweet dispensers.
I love all that. The landlord is chatty, enthuses about the sense of community, and the benefits of being in a pub rather than locked away from home.
Lovely foamy drop of Landlord as well (NBSS 3.5), always a test of a good landlord, as it were.
Shame I turned up on the dot of opening, but within 10 minutes the regulars were flooding in just as I left, keen to know what delights the TV would be showing with the United game called off.
Oh, that would be this one;