One of the most exciting travel months for a while, with a Big Day Out in Tutbury the highlight,
as we finally, finally, complete the sale of the family house.
Sixty (60) different pubs in a month, that’s nearly two a day, surely ? A few old classics in that list.
Sunnyside looked a picture when we left. I wonder what Mum would have made of the interior of the Three Stags Heads ?
An overdue return to Wardlow Mires after 20 years, and a first trip to stunning Staithes in two decades as England got its first heatwave of the year.
The Theakston in the Royal George was sublime, edged out as Beer of the Month by Bass in the Crown.
Sometimes I wish we’d retired to Stockport, you know.
I’m going to give Pub of the Month to the Union Arms in Tyldesley,
because no-one else will. A perfect blend of unfussy pub dining and lunchtime boozer, if I’d stayed there an hour I’d never have left.
We spent two hours in the Broadfield, Sheffield’s unsung suburban pub restaurant, where the onion bhajis and truffle fries were the Meal of the Month.
Finally for April, Grantham gave us the worst,
the glasses in that Spoons still not washed.
And Holly Humberstone‘s astonishing sophomore (ugh) album, the best thing to come out of Grantham since Maggie Thatcher the southern relief road to the A1.
Talking of music, two of our favourite Americans have escaped their quiet little country in order to avoid hearing Ella Langley’s “Choosin’ Texas” as it enters its second decade at Number One.
We’ll be catching up with them again, soon.
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