September 2024. Dronfield
Well, bumping into fellow ticker Eddie ensured I’d missed the 4pm train home to Sheffield, and unfortunately I was going to miss the 5pm one as well as I headed down Dronny Bottom (it’s really called that),
finding it to resist the siren call of the Underdog I’d resolved to swerve an hour ago.
Craft bar, I guess, you can tell by the seating,
and the electronic beer boards, and the absence of hand pumps.
Oh, loads of pumps, and the bargain Chantry “flying out like hot space ships” as the saying goes.
Really nice people, unfussy and cheery, with a strong snack game.
I sat in the naughty corner,
and had a half of the Cherry Bakewell Tart fruit beer from Underworld, of Dalkeith.
Which if I’m honest, isn’t something I’d have expected to say 3 pints earlier.
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