February 2024. Leek.
Back from a week in Waterbeach, Mrs RM joined me on a weekend taking advantage of bargain hotel prices.
First up, Stoke, via breakfast at Hope’s Grasshopper cafe.
May it be noted that Mrs RM resisted both the cakes,
and the breakfast stout from the cans on the shelves.
Quality sourdough nduja toasties in our favourite Peak District cafe.
Then an exhilarating drive in the wind through Winnats Pass and Buxton to Leek, where two (2) new Bass GBG entries awaited.
From what we could reduce on t’internet (which wasn’t much) Benks opened at 3, so we idled a bit round the William Morris designed buildings hosting the museum with its much needed “comfort facilities”.
Plenty for the tapestry fan,
less for the pub man, though this piece appears to show the 18th century trial of a ticker who’d asked for a half in the Blue Mugge.
No idea about this one.
But the silkworm collection may interest some tickers.
Anyway, time for a pub.
retiredmartin 
All gone to pot. Couldn’t even spell “Leek” right first time round. Bladder on the brain.
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We forgive your transgressions.
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Such generosity. I meant it as a comfort stop reference but clearly the title is rubbish without referencing the place. BRAPA does this stuff so much better.
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We like your occasional random errors. (I’d have used “Freudian slips” if only he hadn’t been so thoroughly discredited. Or was that Lucien?)
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Oh no, mention of Leek will have Kentish Paul wondering again if it was the Sea Lion where his coach party stopped for a leak forty years ago.
I’ve never noticed a café in Hope but on my last visit the Old Peculiar was drinking remarkably well in the Old Hall.
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Indeed, we stopped in the Old Hall for lunch last year (Theakston Best) before a walk that concluded with cake in the Grasshopper, which seems to be pretty new.
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I was last there in autumn 2022 for my fiftieth anniversary tour of the six Castleton pubs.
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Must have been difficult to be so close to Butterton and not stop in.
Dick
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It was, Dick ! I think we need to go back to Butterton in the campervan.
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