June 2024. Stockport.
Back to tourist pics, mainly because I didn’t take any notes, as we meet up for our regular “Manchester Beer Book tick and a curry” with Blackpool Jane.
“Why not Stockport ?” asks Jane. Well, why not; some dodgy characters, to be sure, but also some great pubs, and I hadn’t been for so long I’d forgotten what it looks like.
And we had 90 minutes before Jane met us at the western approach, handier for curry, and sent Jane a helpful photographic guide to exiting the station. #mansplaining
Blimey, it was hot. This was official our Summer before Autumn arrived the next day, and Mrs RM took refuge is a shiny new cafe bar, Stockport Station’s version of those xxxxxx Lounge places you get from in every town without a Spoons.
Bask sounds a little too close to Cask if you ask me. Madri the beer of choice (not for us, silly).
Stockport looked splendid, always does,
but the Art Gallery and Hat Museum were closed, and although I made Mrs RM run to the market place we’d just missed last entry to the town museum as well.
So Mrs RM took the atmospheric shots across the underbanks,
wondered why we couldn’t have a beer in the Produce Market (it’s not in The Book),
Little Underbank looked particularly cute, despite the ultimate gentrification that is Winters.
I reminded Mrs RM that we could have lived here and had beer almost as cheap as in Sheffield viiews like this,
and pubs as charismatic as the Chestergate, renamed the Southgate during our national team’s glorious euros campaign.
“Jane would love the Southgate” I said.
Ooh, only 12 minutes till Jane arrives, best get lost in the new Stockport Travel Interchange then.
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