July 2026. Bingley.
Day 5 of the Cask Camino, and we’d postponed Bingley’s canalside highlights in favour of a bracing walk to the Druid’s Altar,
with the promise of a pint on the way back to the station.
Mrs RM will be looking for some middle-class pub recommendations for her own blog, and you won’t get much more middle-class in Bingley than a Tim Taylor house with Pea & Ham soup and barrels for seats.
I remembered the Brown Cow (clearly wrongly) as an unfussy sort of place, which says a lot about the success of Tim Taylor this last decade or so.
It’s just gone half three, the trade is largely grandads looking after schoolchildren and dads seeking baby changing facilities. Which I love to see in pubs. But it’s not the sort of trade to sustain the full range (seven !) of Tim’s casks, and the Landlord is “ACCEPTABLE”,
but the (NEW !) Blonde is good enough, though Mrs RM completely disagrees with my assessment*.
I attempt to explain the drama of the previous night in the Azteca.
“Well, at least we know how Jordan Henderson got his wrist injury” says Mrs RM, sagely.
We re-cross the Aire,
and stare down the Old Main Street.
“We need to go in there” says Mrs RM.
And she’s right, as always. The Old White Horse, even with its horrific “Brasserie” appendage, must be visited if we’re giving future Cask Camino Completists a true view of Bingley.
I always like to find one photo to sum up a pub;
Just when I fancied a (GOOD) Tim’s Landlord, I get Devon’s finest. Is this one of those “beers you’ve never seen before” that CAMRA talk about ?
Given the heat, and the fact it’s Monday afternoon, and any trade is for mussels and chips, it’s actually a decent Otter in a John Smiths glass,
though I think any beer scoring should be coloured by the “Live, Laugh, Love” styled instruction by the fireside.
It’s the “Sit Long” that kills you, folks.
*All is recorded in the spreadsheet of life
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