Today I walked to Middlewood, at the end of the Sheffield tram line. There are NO pubs there, just a Sheffield Wednesday training ground. Not that you’d know they trained. So, instead of a dull walk, I’m bringing you the highlights from the 3rd edition of the North Yorkshire Guide to real ale pubs. (thanks… Continue reading PROPER CHOICE IN NORTH YORKSHIRE PUBS IN 1980
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TOO MANY BEERS PT. 373
More short posts compiled using complimentary WiFi, drinking warm Otter somewhere in the Blackdown Hills. And more posts from award winning Yorkshire gastropubs with too many beers for the cask custom. Let’s not be churlish. The Bay Horse is gorgeous, with brilliant views, and cutting-edge technology. It’s got pots and pans dangling from the ceiling… Continue reading TOO MANY BEERS PT. 373
THE PICK OF PICKERING
Yes, I know the Sun is a cracker too, but I need that blog title. And you know how much Mr Coldwell loves pics of Tetley Bitter. Pickering hasn’t wowed me on a trio of visits, seeming like a waiting for room for the cemetery Steam Railway to Heartbeat country. A dreadful Guest House 20-odd… Continue reading THE PICK OF PICKERING
WAKING UP IN YORK
Everyone on the radio today sounds so grumpy, don’t they. What they all need is an evening out with BRAPA and a morning exploring York. No beer, but a chance to explore our 8th best pub town* without the crowds is a joy, and you get to see details like the pub cat climbing the… Continue reading WAKING UP IN YORK
YORK – OFF THE WALL
Right, now I’ve see the Southworths off (coincidentally they’re leaving the day Donald Trump arrives, odd that) it’s time to attempt to catch up. Lots more from York, though not this re-opened Sam Smiths gem that I walked past four times without going in. It’s very easy to get distracted from The Ticking Mission in… Continue reading YORK – OFF THE WALL
I YIELD TO HELLIFIELD
Into the Yorkshire Dales, almost, and one of those Craven villages you whizz by en route to the honeypot villages of Giggleswick and Feizor (?). Luckily for the ticker, Hellifield (pronounced Heffer) have commissioned a railway station, just for my visit. For a moment it looks like they won’t be getting my £1.65 as a… Continue reading I YIELD TO HELLIFIELD
SMASHIN’ MASHAM
After Aberdeen I took a week off from pubs (“DryEarlyMarch”, anyone ?). I felt no better for it, mind. And I certainly wasn’t prepared for another lengthy bus trip to Masham. I can’t even blame Beeching for the lack of a railway station in Masham. I’d allowed myself an insane amount of time to rediscover… Continue reading SMASHIN’ MASHAM
SNAITH STOLEN BY NORTH YORKSHIRE
Next stop, North Yorkshire. Or at least that’s where the Good Beer Guide has stuck Yorkshire Ales, the first new GBG entry in Snaith since the Corn Laws were repealed and Herbert Nappy Askwith ran a craft beer bar here. Odd that, since Bing Maps is pretty sure Snaith is in the East Riding, and… Continue reading SNAITH STOLEN BY NORTH YORKSHIRE
EARLY DOORS IN SKIPTON, CAPITAL OF LACINGS
Two days at home then off to the Dales with a night in Skipton, cruelly (?) overlooked in Mudgie’s “Beautiful Town” Vote. I see this morning that Skipton isn’t exactly endearing itself to Pub Curmudgeon. Come friendly asteroid… https://t.co/oiWaegVi1f — Pub Curmudgeon 🍻 (@oldmudgie) August 21, 2018 Now, firstly I would say this comparison with… Continue reading EARLY DOORS IN SKIPTON, CAPITAL OF LACINGS
WALKING THE YORK
That’s York. Rubbish, isn’t it ? No wonder BRAPA jumps on a train out of town every weekend. I heard more folk moaning about the railways today. No idea why, there’s at least one direct train daily between Selby and York, and some of them get there the same day. They probably moan about how… Continue reading WALKING THE YORK
