retiredmartin

February 2025. Stockport.

2 minutes to check-in, and then back in for more culture. Or something. Would there be any culture in Stockport at 5.30 on a Friday ?

The next time someone blames me for going in too many pubs let it be recorded that it was Karen, Jane and Mrs RM who stood at the A6 crossing and said “Let’s go in the Wellington”.

I’m glad we didn’t stick to the “books”. I’d seen the Welly mentioned in the local CAMRA mag a few times and never popped in.

What a little gem. Community feel, proper seating, TV and “Living on a Prayer”, and Holt.

Not the Bitter, but the best Two Hoots I’ve had, a chewy 3.5.

Ah, here’s your culture.

Isn’t that a Rembrandt?

No idea why I took a picture of the taps.

but the mix of custom is nicely represented in my own shot called “Waistcoat wine man”.

But my main memory of the Wellington, the “where we’re you when” moment, was watching in disbelief as Trump and Vance ganged up on the democratic Ukrainian heroes in the hope of turning a quick buck.

Made me proud to be English.