After three days break for “planning”, it was off to Halifax with Curry Charles. With Charles starting at Dereham, the town that makes Wisbech seem modern, there was always going to be a need for multiple “comfort breaks“. But there’s nowhere up the A1 that I haven’t stopped a dozen times. Except Pontefract. Charles became… Continue reading PONTEFRACT CAKES
Tag: West Yorkshire
A QUIET NIGHT IN BRADFORD
You left me in St Neots, making sure young Si was heading in the right direction over the bridge. Two and a bit hours later I was in the curry capital of the world. No, I didn’t start at the Punjab Sweet House and then top up my curry at the Fighting Cock. That way… Continue reading A QUIET NIGHT IN BRADFORD
THAT LEEDS
Another tricky post, as I find myself having to praise That Leeds, something an (honorary) Mancunian hates to do almost as much as taking a coach trip round Anfield. I was there the other Sunday to see Phosphorescent at the Brudenell, enjoying the £35 rates you get at Accor hotels before the suits and… Continue reading THAT LEEDS
MORISH MORLEY MICROS
Only five photos from Oscars in Morley, and not a lot of cultural context to bring you about a proper old market town in Greater Leeds. After a week ferrying BRAPA and Pubmeister to their pubs I fear may be turning into a ticking machine. I’m sure there’s more attractive buildings in Morley, but… Continue reading MORISH MORLEY MICROS
SAMOSAS UNDER THE WHITE ROSE
The last post from “New Bradford”, and the sort of pub that makes you want to book an Ibis Budget room for an immediate return trip. A short hop uphill (by Cambridge standards) to the Peacock Bar, with stops to search through McDonalds dustbins reflect on the majesty of Bradford architecture. The Peacock looks a… Continue reading SAMOSAS UNDER THE WHITE ROSE
SUNBRIDGE WELLS
As Dave said on the last post, Bradford is a delightful surprise, particularly for anyone whose view of the place is formed by biased BBC reports or “Notes From A Small Island“. Dick and Dave were, no doubt, thrilled by the stately but scarred architecture and quaint gift shops. The walk from Pub 1… Continue reading SUNBRIDGE WELLS
HOOVERING UP HARROGATE TICKS
Believe me or not, but this punishing 3 posts-a-day routine is paying off, and I might even catch up this week, if I can even remember why Dick took back those two pints in Leeds. Before Leeds, Harrogate. (Slightly) overrated by retired gentlefolk and cake lovers, underrated by folk who like good beer. While I… Continue reading HOOVERING UP HARROGATE TICKS
HARTSHEAD – PUB OR KENNEL ?
My journey back from Manchester was enlivened by news reports on the craze sweeping the country (i.e. the South) for grown men to dress up as dogs. My only comment is that you can’t possibly drink a pint of Bass wearing that outfit. The debate (what is there to debate ?) brought to mind my… Continue reading HARTSHEAD – PUB OR KENNEL ?
RETIRED MARTIN MAKES PEACE WITH FARSLEY
Never hold grudges. There’s no money in it. In March 2008 I really fell out with Farsley for complex reasons involving teenagers, spit and a Cambridge United defeat to a team of part-timers with an axe to grind in their sole season in National League football. In more than 40 years of watching football, this was the most… Continue reading RETIRED MARTIN MAKES PEACE WITH FARSLEY
ODD FELLOWS, SHIPLEY – HOW TO DO A MICRO-PUB
Last post from wonderful Bradford, ’till Monday at least, when I need to start making up some ground on BRAPA as he closes in on a full set of Yorkie ticks. I could have lumped Shipley in with Bradford, I suppose, but that sort of carelessness has no doubt started wars in CAMRA circles before.… Continue reading ODD FELLOWS, SHIPLEY – HOW TO DO A MICRO-PUB
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