January 2025. Edale. A flying visit to one of the honeypot villages on the Dark Peak line from Sheffield to Manchester, where Mrs RM had successfully delayed our assault on Kinder Scout by nipping in the closest pub to Edale Station, and so, ill-prepared and with dusk an hour away, we disappoint Kentish Paul by… Continue reading THE OLD NAG’S HEAD, EDALE. FOR WHEN YOU NEED THAT PINT OF OLD PECULIER.
Tag: Peak District Pubs
EDALE WITHOUT THE HIKING BOOTS
January 2025. Edale. Everyone told me that death (don’t panic, not my own) would be time-consuming, but it also casts an invisible barrier over your travel, daring you to travel too far from home (whatever that is) lest something unexpectedly requiring your presence to find a green slip for no obvious purpose crops up. So… Continue reading EDALE WITHOUT THE HIKING BOOTS
TO THE MOORS
When we look back critically at our first year in The North next month we’ll balance the progress on the hedge and the calories lost walking up Whitehouse Lane against progress on the hedge and a failure to get to grips with the Peak District on our doorstep. Well, the Peak will always be there,… Continue reading TO THE MOORS
IT’S HILLY IN MATLOCK, ISN’T IT ?
Short posts, I’m not in the mood. Grrrr. Moving to Sheffield puts the gems of the Peak District in easy reach. Let’s go to Matlock, with its annual new GBG pub and improbable hills. Underrated industrial buildings too, though scarred by the occasional micropub (can you spot it ?). The obligatory non-pub cat looked a… Continue reading IT’S HILLY IN MATLOCK, ISN’T IT ?
THE PEAK BEFORE THE FLOODS
From Oxford I headed up to Sheffield on an errand for James involving shopping for clothes. As you’ll imagine, errands involve shopping for clothes are high on my bucket list. On a beautiful Autumn day I wove up through the area known as BeerMatLand into Matlock, looking all hilly and industrial and lovely as I… Continue reading THE PEAK BEFORE THE FLOODS
HASSOP – EYRES & GRACES
Before I start I must ask for a minutes silence for Simon’s Good Beer Guide, which met a grisly fate in or around Denby Dale in West Yorkshire last Friday. My guess is that Si has forgotten about his trip to the Denby Dale Pie Hall where he may have headed for the weekly flower… Continue reading HASSOP – EYRES & GRACES
“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 !”
SWANNING AROUND BUXTON
Greetings from Weaste, the less posh bit of Eccles, where the WiFi is good and the Chinese takeaway makes an excellent job of recycling the local cat and dog population. Post 2 from Buxton, as Charles and I try to catch up with “Ye Olde Official Itinerary” and fail miserably. Again. This was the timetable,… Continue reading SWANNING AROUND BUXTON
PEAK PRACTICE
You’ll be delighted to know the French posts are over; it’s all rural England for a while now. Starting with a walk from gritty urban Ashbourne out to Mapleton in a stretch of the White Peak that rarely troubles the Guide (more to do with scant GBG allocations than shoddy beer). In fact, you really… Continue reading PEAK PRACTICE
CROWDECOTE – A PUB ON PEAK FORM
It’s raining in Malta so I’m catching up with my blog and working out how many pints of craft I can afford with my euros. It’s 2.50 euros for Stella if your eyesight is as bad as mine. A far cry from Malta, the Peak District softens a bit as you wind towards Ashbourne,… Continue reading CROWDECOTE – A PUB ON PEAK FORM
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