Bit of a cheat, putting a pub in my Top 100 (373) when I only had a pint of water and Si’s dregs (which would make a great name for a beer). But Makeney’s Holly Bush could just serve Peroni and you’d still want to drink there. In case you’re paying attention, I did drop… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – THE HOLLY BUSH, MAKENEY
Tag: Derbyshire
BRAPA DOES IT HIS WAY
Part 2 of BRAPA in the Amber Valley, and my chance to impress me with your musical knowledge. Stop C (where A was the quiche place in Belper) is the award-winning White Hart in Bargate, star of my own blog a mere 14 months ago. It would have been walkable from the Black Bull’s Head,… Continue reading BRAPA DOES IT HIS WAY
TAXI FOR BRAPA ! A BELTER OF A BELPER
Yes, very naff title. I’m tired. I won’t drag this one out (I will). For a start, as DES, I’ve nothing to say about the beers on Si’s Amber Valley Day Out. Though I must say, the water in Belper was better than in Cambridge. And secondly the banter in Belps was so good… Continue reading TAXI FOR BRAPA ! A BELTER OF A BELPER
CROUCHING DINER, HIDDEN PEDIGREE
Yet another county completed. Just for Si, here’s Doable Derbyshire; Just to confuse you, BRAPA came to the Spotted Cow in Holbrook AFTER me and has already blogged about it. His post is much too long for me to read, of course. Holbrook is eminently doable from Derby, as long as you don’t get distracted… Continue reading CROUCHING DINER, HIDDEN PEDIGREE
29.5mm
The next pub was also visited, and lauded, by young BRAPA this week. And rightly so. North Wingfield’s Shinnon was a mere 15 minutes walk from his next tick in Clay Cross, but clearly that was way beyond the range of our hero who resorted to the bus. The colliery villages below Chesterfield are some… Continue reading 29.5mm
TEENAGE DIRT BAGS IN THE PEAK
Two teenage dirt bags, in fact. The ones scrambling down towards Castleton from Peak Cavern in appropriate footwear. And the soundtrack in the rather elegant Ye Olde Nag’s Head, as I closed in on completing Derbyshire for another year. And before you ask, this IS the pub young BRAPA just blogged about. The blog where… Continue reading TEENAGE DIRT BAGS IN THE PEAK
“Eyy !”
And so to the Thursday morning, and the long journey home to Waterbeach, via Dereham. Via lots of food stops. Starting with sour dough and creamed mushrooms round the corner from the Queen’s Head at Dubbin Gud Food, about as artisanal as Buxton gets. Apart from the Discount Store, of course. The journey home looks… Continue reading “Eyy !”
SHOOING AWAY CATS IN CHAPEL-EN-LE-FRITH
Last pub of the night, and a third Guide tick in as many hours. Wait till you see my GBG spreadsheet. Soon, Duncan, soon. Only ten minutes to Chapel, for seemingly my debut tick there. Is that possible ? Loads going on there, but I can only remember ever shooting past it on the A6,… Continue reading SHOOING AWAY CATS IN CHAPEL-EN-LE-FRITH
MISSING THE TRAIN FROM NEW MILLS – THE TRUTH
You go two years without a New Mills post and then you get two in a day ! I like to think you get the truth on this blog, dear reader. Perhaps not quite as candidly as young BRAPA, but even so. I await his Amber Valley Palma Violets post with interest. In a nutshell,… Continue reading MISSING THE TRAIN FROM NEW MILLS – THE TRUTH
HIGH HOPES, HIGH TABLES IN NEW MILLS
A motley collection of photos from New Mills, home to the second of our trio of modern micros. Charles and I pressed on without the good company of Paul, though with a photo of his legendary map for company. The walk along the Peak Forest Canal is surprisingly flat, but compensates with views quite scary… Continue reading HIGH HOPES, HIGH TABLES IN NEW MILLS
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