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July 2025. Gurnett. Macclesfield.

“Gurnett ? Never heard of it“. Neither had I before the new GBG introduced Ye Olde King’s Head to the world.

I’d fancied coming here on the Old Codgers Macclesfield Meander last month, with it just a mile south along the canal,

but the company from the Two Mudge(i)es and Frome Jon was so good I hadn’t the heart to abandon them at Spoons.

But our overnighter at Sutton Hall saw us a mere 5 minutes walk from the canal housing the King’s Head.

Mum and Dad owned a narrow boat on the Cam. I bashed it once, near the Pike & Eel. I shan’t be tempted to a life on the water,

even with so many great and unpretentious canalside pubs.

This one in Gurnett, which I’m still not convinced is any more than a canal halt, is a corker.

Old enough to be visually interesting, unfussy enough to not be Brunning & Price.

You’re greeted by “9 to 5“, Dolly not Sheena, a track which always raised the question why Americans work short hours but get no holidays.

Oh, a lot of beers.

Nothing wrong with having any of those, it’s just five is too many, reflecting in a Bass (NBSS 3) that lacks the crispness that makes us seek out the 🔺.

Mrs RM has another pint of Storm that’s again a winner, and we admire a pub with superb staff and banter at the bar.

Amazingly, those dogs don’t make a dash for Mrs RM.

Super comfy seating, KC & the Sunshine Band and Wham ! played a couple of notches too low on the volume dial, and some instructional material on how to use the loos.

What more do you need ?.