A CLECKHEATON CHRISTMAS

December 2024. Cleckheaton.

Into the (Spen) Valley, as The Skids sang in 1979. Duncan is your expert on The Skids.

Chris Dyson is probably your expert on the small industrial towns betwixt Halifax, Bradford and Huddersfield and has all you need to know about Cleckheaton.

But I seem to have beat him to the Mill Valley Tap, my first new GBG tick for a fortnight.

A bit of a GBG cliche, small industrial unit with fairy lights and weekend live music from a bloke called Steve,

I really liked the Tap, packed to the gunnels on Boxing Day with folk of all ages watching Fulham on Sky and dissecting their Christmas Day.

Their homebrew pumps take centre stage,

but the cask trade seemed a bit secondary to the lager and cocktails, and the bargain White Panther was only just crisp enough (NBSS 3).

But that’s nitpicking. As a place drawing a whole community together it was unmatched.

And somewhere down that way there’s a massive curry house and frankly that and beer and a Fulham win against Chelsea is all you need.

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