May 2025. Hebden Bridge.
My 2 hours in Hebden were nearly up, the pubs and town had won me over.
But my sprint from the Fox & Goose had freed up 6 minutes before the train (excitingly, home via Mirfield), and who wants to stand at a station for 6 minutes when there’s an open craft bar ?
This is Vocation’s home tap, so there’s a huge paper list (top). I pick the one with the biggest number before the percentage.
“Are you sure you want a half ? It’s VERY strong“. Mrs RM would have sorted him out.
“Oh, silly me, a third of Smash and Grab please”. It was tasty, but not 8 % tasty.
Honestly, the staff at all those Vocation bars are always great. Until they put on Mr Brightside, anyway.
I sank a third on the pavement, and dashed for the train.
I’ll never get used to thirds.
retiredmartin 