STILL NO SPACE TO SWING A CAT IN THE BEER SHED

November 2023. New Mills.

An hour between trains at New Mills Central was enough to walk to Chalkers and back for the tick,

admire the singular joys of the play area (I didn’t get on the horse),

and resist the body piercing I’m saving for a special birthday.

I walked over the Goyt, the rushing waters reminding me I needed a “comfort break” before the train, as only 13.7% of train toilets are open (official stats).

The New Mills Christmas decorations aren’t vast, but at least they’re up.

And at least the GBG Beer Shed was open, and looking irresistible, despite the competing urge to finally go in the Pride of the Peaks.

A friendly, bustling, chatty, micro with excellent beer. You might remember my visit here in 2019 when I had some “issues” with the table size.

No problem with table size tonight as there were no tables available,

so I stood at the bar with half of yet another Brew York,

and wondered if I ought to try that Rothaus one day,

but then I saw the sign that reminded me I needed to hit the north in 10 minutes.

Or does New Mills believe it IS the North.

“Cheers chicken” called the barman. “Chicken” ?

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Retired NHS, doing long walks around UK and the world to record the great bits. Focused on Good Beer Guide pubs and live music.

3 thoughts on “STILL NO SPACE TO SWING A CAT IN THE BEER SHED”

  1. A bicycle rather than mobility scoter suggests a youthful population thereabouts.

    I’ve heard “Chicken” in one of Humphrey’s York pubs so maybe it’s a northern thing, except that being in Derbyshire New Mills is Midlands.

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  2. There’s a pub in Guildford named in readiness for your piercing. I’ll be amazed if it ever makes the guide (the pub, not your piercing)

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