February 2025. Mossley (pronounced Mossley). I’d promised Matt lunch in Mossley, but while it’s a good pub town it’s not one for the gourmand, or even two blokes after a chip butty/bap/cob. Not on Sunday, anyway. Luckily, we had 28 minutes before the train back to Platform 1, Piccadilly, just time for pizza in the… Continue reading PRETZELS, CHOCOLATE AND TIGER RUT. A RETURN TO MOSSLEY’S GILLERY