A very pleasant afternoon was spent in Durham yesterday. A visit to the Swan and Three Cygnets was compulsory, of course.
On leaving, there was something of a downpour, so it was necessary to take refuge in the Market Tavern. And the Head of Steam. And the Bridge Hotel.
And, since the rain hadn’t eased, there was a rather nice curry before the train.
I’m currently sitting in the back bar of the Central. We’ve had a pleasant afternoon/evening in Town. And an important discovery was made – beer and cake are a great combination.
I’m in Telford and it feels a bit weird. Weird because I used to spend a lot of time here. And because the town centre’s changed a lot. It’s still very much like Washington, but you can see that a lot of money’s been spent here recently. I mean, Asda has moved to the other side of the shopping centre.
Some things haven’t changed though; Wetherspoons is still the only pub. And it’s still signposted.
After a couple of pints of Taddy lager in the Tyne Bar, my second in command and I had food in the Cluny, with a pint of Erdinger. We’re now in the Cumberland Arms, or outside, with a rather nice Atom IPA.
My second in command and I are currently sitting in the Tyne Bar, having showered and hosed-down our tent, following our return home, this morning, from Kendal Calling. It was a very grown up, little, festival. And we enjoyed it very much.
Having missed a bus in Washington this evening, I decided to kill time with a quick beer in the Oasis; a decision I instantly regretted. It’s without question the vilest place on earth
Thankfully, phones allow tv streaming when things matter.
This weekend involved an unplanned, additional, night in Peterborough. We’d originally intended only to stay on the Friday, following a party, then spend Saturday night in Kings Cliffe. But this did give us the opportunity to visit the Wortley Almshouses. I’m only allowed the one visit though; my second in command isn’t too keen on the regular patrons.
We did, however, stumble into Charters on (technically) three occasions over the weekend. Well, it’s very much a summer bar.
I did decide on that second pint of Angara. It’s pretty addictive. Just looking at the menu. It’s a pretty small menu, but my second in command always tells me that small menus are better. You’re less likely to be served with freezer food.
Anyway, there are five veggie meals, two of which are labelled as vegan. That’s impressive, particulsarly since the other three look as though they could easily be veganised. And, worthy of mention since this, remember, is the northeast.
The Central’s a chain pub, belonging to the Head of Steam brand, now owned by Cameron’s. Hopefully, the other HoS pubs will have the same veggie-ness of menus.
I can’t stay today to try the food, since I have a family thing this afternoon. But, I shall soon return. Might have another pint of Angara before I leave though.
No, I’ve not bought a telescope. My late uncle Patrick was the astronomy expert of the family. I’m currently enjoying, and nearing the end of, a pint of Out There’s Angara. It’s as black as you can get and a bit chocolaty.
It’s quite gorgeous and locally produced too.
I may have another.
