Hello again
day two dawned with mist and a chill in the air, quickly dispersed by a fantastic breakfast with a huge amount of food options to tempt us. Being the only guests we were free to have a leisurely (well over an hour) munch before heading off out in bright sunshine to walk along the Derwent.
The only downside to this was that we ended up missing the somewhat infrequent 6.1 to Wirksworth - so, dragging my titty lip along the floor, we "had" to storm along the A6 into Belper to plan how we might get to our intended first stop - having already, for a second day running, ditched plans to go to Buxton. Sorry Buxton. The solution was to catch the TP to Cromford and catch the 6.1 coming the other way to Wirksworth. Something of a fanny about but well rewarded with a trip to the Royal Oak.
This redoubtable old pub is tucked away on St John Street near two of Wirksworth's churches. You'd be very unlikely to complete the combination of happening across it by chance, and finding it open - it opens 12-15.00 Sundays and from 20.00 to 23.00 during the week as I understand. Luckily its been in the GBG for many years, which is where I found out about it.
Bass and Landlord are regulars and there is nearly always something from Whim - this time Hartington IPA, complimented by Blue Monkey Ape Ale. Miss N went for the latter and I the Hartington IPA, and we decided to sit in the beer garden. I think yard is a more accurate description - but whichever you use - what a fantastic spot. Sat in glorious sunshine beneath a cloudless sky supping pale hoppy real ale, after all the tribulation of getting there it felt like we'd got chance to relax. First pints quickly dispersed, we got sandwiches and both had a further pint of the Blue Monkey (£2.80, 5.0%). And then we repeated the round, before we set off once again.
Back on the 6.1 we alighted near The Tavern in Belper. I'd never been before but heard it sold real ales often including ones from Shottle Farm Brewery. None on offer this time but there were pints of Bradfield Northern General appeal brew to be supped, from a range that included Grafton brewery Jazz. The Jazz was really poor with almost no taste to it so we were glad of the Bradfield, and once again the drinks came to £5.60. Here we sat in the sunshine in the beer garden before heading up the road to find a bus stop with a timetable on it.
With no Sevens to get us to Openwoodgate, we caught a bus to Ripley. Here we went to the Pear Tree, and from a range of four predominantly Greedy King beers, I went for their mild (it doesn't count if you drink a beer they wish they could discontinue) and Miss N a Pale Ale from Dark Star. Once again the beer was £5.60!
A quick walk took us to the Talbot Tap House where there were five Amber Ales on offer, and a guest. I went for a pint of the Revolution, as did Miss N, which the barman told me was the eighth version brewed, and which the blackboard proclaimed featured Special B Malt. Whatever taste that might impart, the Revolution remains a favourite Amber Ales beer, so when the second round came I had that again, and Miss N something that was about 6.0%. Despite confusion about its name at the time, I didn't think to look at the clip, even when returning the glasses to he bar. There's journalism for yer...
A yomp followed to our penultimate boozer, the rather excellent Thorn Tree at Waingroves. Two good quality beers were sampled after a rather lengthy walk to get to it - 4T's Brewing face the hops, at 5.5%, and a Hopcraft Fleur D'Alsace which was slightly less strong but delicious nonetheless. Alas this was a short visit since we had no idea when the "nines" ran from the bottom of Pease Hill (both phones dead, locals lacking confidence in the idea we'd get home!) so we restricted ourselves to one pint before scaling the hill and walking down past the Beehive - to wait 40 minutes for a bus to Derby. Doh.
Once there we headed for The Station Inn but either it closes early Sunday or doesn't open at all - I probably ought to know this, in fact its probably on my blog. Either way, no amount of standing hopefully outside the door was going to make the lights come on. Round the corner the Brunswick was serving til 23.00 so we had chance for a quick last pint and a half - Railway Porter for Miss N and half for me, along with a pint of Brampton Griffin - and a pork pie.
So ended an at times hectic traipse round many excellent pubs in the Derwent and tributary valleys, memorable for great beer, fantastic scenery and lovely Autumn sunshine. We'll just have to do that ball ache journey to Buxton and Elton another time...
Cheers!
Wee Beefy
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Monday, 7 October 2013
Sunday, 13 January 2013
Red Arrow pub crawl
Hello again,
Its perhaps not a surprise to regular readers to discover that, having failed to find a closed pub that may not have existed, I consoled myself by visiting several that did. Getting to Stretton on the Red Arrow Derby to Nottingham bus meant I had ample opportunities to sample some cracking pubs - the pain of research!
Luckily, the Crown has recently been taken over and reopened by new owners, originally from Mansfield and now returned from Florida, having, one assumes, tired of the heat and annoying sunshine. From a range of Bombardier and Buxton Spa (both regulars) I had a pint of the guest beer. Bumpmill Brewery Heart of Gold is a very local ale indeed - being brewed about 300 yards from the pub on Bumpmill Lane (website). The H.O.G was a very palatable malty but refreshing beer with a bittersweet flavour that went down alarmingly well.
Its perhaps not a surprise to regular readers to discover that, having failed to find a closed pub that may not have existed, I consoled myself by visiting several that did. Getting to Stretton on the Red Arrow Derby to Nottingham bus meant I had ample opportunities to sample some cracking pubs - the pain of research!
Stumbling off the train in Chesterfield having had a very refreshing session the night before, I somehow resisted the temptation to visit Coco, but equally, knowing I had 35 minutes to kill before the Red Arrow, it seemed silly not to remind myself why I like pubs enough to go hunting for them in the freezing countryside. The White Swan was a good place to do this, what with it being ace. From an unsurprisingly stellar line up I had two halves, one of Elland Summit from outer space, a 5.5% extra hoppy bitter, and the Otley Oxymoron, a 5.5% Black IPA.
Both were very well executed hoppy beers but I think the Elland edged it because the Oxymoron was so bitter that I could still taste it half an hour later. Not an ideal start, especially with my body cramping and gently shaking as the toxins started to turn my insides to seaweed and picked off drowsy brain cells one by one.
On to the Red Arrow and it soon became apparent that I didn't know where I was getting off - having over shot my stop and disembarked at Mickley I then walked in the wrong direction (clearly not still drunk from the night before?!) and ended up in Higham!
Luckily, the Crown has recently been taken over and reopened by new owners, originally from Mansfield and now returned from Florida, having, one assumes, tired of the heat and annoying sunshine. From a range of Bombardier and Buxton Spa (both regulars) I had a pint of the guest beer. Bumpmill Brewery Heart of Gold is a very local ale indeed - being brewed about 300 yards from the pub on Bumpmill Lane (website). The H.O.G was a very palatable malty but refreshing beer with a bittersweet flavour that went down alarmingly well.
The Crown seems to have changed its identity and ownership every time I visit and the new incumbents have been in only 3 weeks. They are waiting to reopen the kitchen and have plans for a traditional pub menu. They also regularly take Bumpmill beers, having recently had their Ebony and Ivory stout on. Lets hope they make a go of this excellent old traditional pub.
I had to walk back to where I was to go pub hunting because Derbyshire County Council had ingeniously thought that access to local businesses could be improved by scrapping, or at least altering the route of, the 150 bus. So it was a good 20 minutes walk to the White Bear at the top of Ashover New Road. Sadly there were no signs of life, and it didn't look like they were just closed during the day. This remains a pub I've never visited.
Back on the Red Arrow (eventually) I hopped off in Ripley and went to the Talbot Taphouse. Arriving around 15.00 I found it completely deserted, much to my surprise. Mind you this gave me the chance to chat to the barman, and get a few pics. I started with a pint of the excellent Amber Ales stout, 4.0% and £2.80 a pint. This didn't last long so I moved on to a pint of one of the guest beers, Oakham Preacher, at 4.3%, which had a fantastic hop character and was really refreshing into the bargain - another excellent Oakham beer. I finished on a half of the Amber Ales 6.5% "full flavoured IPA" that did everything it said on the tin, but somehow wasn't quite what I was expecting.
My next stop wasn't really on the Red Arrow route (although I could have caught it for the first bit, but you never know where the blasted thing stops!) and having secured directions from the barman and his mate I set off for a rather long walk. Walking along the main street past the Pear Tree I found the bottom of Pease Hill and walked first to the Beehive. Two beers were on the bar, from Woods and Oakham, and I had a half of their excellent Citra before tiptoeing through the fairy lights in the back garden to visit the Honey Pot.
This surprisingly under promoted gem is a real notch in the pubs belt, selling fruit beers on keg and real ales on cask. From a choice of 3, all at £2.50 a pint, I had a pint of the Blue Monkey Monkey (I couldn't see the pump clip, and was assured that was the beers name),which was a light refreshing beer that went down well, as did the conversation and directions, shared with and provided by the barman and the only other customer. Yep. Just one. Come on Ripley! Pull yer finger out!
My next stop was another walk away, this time to the Thorn Tree at Waingroves. I had heard plenty of people mention this excellent pub and this was my chance to find out what the fuss was about - I wasn't disappointed. From a range of 5 or 6 real ales I had halves of the Red Willow Wreckless, and the Buxton Dark Heights, both of which were excellent (and which along with a much needed pork pie came to £4.20). It was warm, friendly busy and sold excellent beer. I get what the fuss is about!
A long tedious trek back to Ripley followed where I grabbed some snap and headed in the Wetherspoons Red Lion for a quick half of Lymestone Stone Cutter, which was a nice drop at a quid, before getting back on the Red Arrow into Derby. Here I intrepidly set out for venues new - I first managed to find my way, mainly based on directions given in the Honey Pot, to the Peacock on Nottingham Road. Noting that time was getting on and that more food was required I only had a half in here, but it was excellent - Hartshorne Apocalypse 6.2% was a revelation, especially since its so rare that I get to try their beers. A fab range and great atmosphere mark this pub out, as does, in my weird world, the fact that the toilets are virtually outside.
A short wander to the Furnace next (are their two Furnace pubs in Derby?) where the plain unassuming frontage rightly beckoned you to an interior of the same merits, but one housing a bar with a10 handpumps. I tried the two new beers from the new Shiny Brewery based at the pub - their 3.9% Launch Pad and 4.1% Golden Man. Its only early days but I really enjoyed the Launch Pad, even if the stronger beer was a bit less enjoyable. And I loved the fact that the pub smelled strongly of fresh hops. A great new addition to the Derby scene.
I managed to get a bus round to the railway stating to check the train times then waited to be let in the Station for an inevitably gorgeous pint of Bass from the jug. I couldn't linger over it alas, as I had to get my train.
Safely back in Sheffield I went to the Sheffield Tap and found to my delight that a Tiny Rebel beer had made its way over from Wales. I had a pint of their Dirty Stop Out smoked out stout, which was a delicious and nicely balanced beer, along with half a Tempest Emanation pale (ish) ale. Two fantastic beers topped off a day of drinking great beer perfectly, although ,my legs are very stiff today with all that yomping around Ripley and Derby.
Next? Bring on the 21st, when I will be back out South Wingfield/Higham way to try out a new pub and a couple of old favourites.
Cheers!
Wee Beefy
Monday, 1 October 2012
To Ripley and beyond...
Hello,
after my beer festival visit on Saturday, it seemed churlish to simply jump on a bus home and not make the best use of my Derbyshire Wayfarer. The buggers cost £11.50 now so a return train journey doesn't really cut it any more, so, for this reason (and this reason alone) I decided to head out into Ripley and then see where the night took me.
Starting my Derbyshire Wayfarer abuse mission took some time since I missed a bus on my way out of the festival and decided to walk into Ripley, which isn't far. Spotting a festival goer heading in the opposite direction I asked him if I could cut through the road opposite to join Lowes Hill. He said I could. I had guessed nearly the best point to come out, along Alma Street, to get to the George.
The George, tucked away down Lowes Hill seemingly a long way from the centre (more so on the way back up) used to be in the GBG but always had a chequered history for me. The first time I went, with Davefromtshop, having laboured down the hill in the dark and cold on a Christmas jaunt we found it packed out and selling just Cottage Santa's something or other. I have to declare a certain dislike for post Golden Arrow Champion beer of Britain Cottage beers. They are malty, sweet and usually cloudy.
My next visit heralded a couple of Amber Ales beers which was a marked improvement and me and Dave returned once more to savour the same level of excellence, but its not been in the GBG for a bit and seemingly in testament to this the Wild Walker brewery banner on the side suggested that its fortunes had perhaps faltered with them. On the bar was 1 beer. Cottage something or other. Having been supping cracking ales like Oakham Green Devil and Citra there was no way I was going to enjoy this so made my polite excuses and left.
On the way back up the hill a bloke I had asked which way the pub was (just to be sure) enquired if it had been shut - I replied that the beer choice was a bit grim and was off instead to the Taphouse. "I hope your earning plenty then coz its bloody expensive" he said. "Beers good though" I replied, and went on up the hill wondering how cheap the beer I didn't fancy at the George would have to have been to make the £3.00 a pint I was expecting at the Talbot seem expensive.
Inside the Talbot Taphouse was busy as always and there were plenty of ales on offer. Here I was determined not to fanny about with nonsense like notes and simply photographed a blackboard and the odd pump clip. I started with a couple of guest beers, Raw Ecky Thump which was brewed with fresh hops, and Liverpool Organic Simcoe, which was a really nice hoppy brew, although less pale than I'd expected. I also had a half of the Amber Ales Revolution, which was described as an amber ale. It really was. I also remember a protracted quest for an Amber Ales original stout but I have to confess I'm not sure i got to try it!
To be honest my most sensible purchase in here was a large sausage roll, although I quickly worked out that further sustenance was required. Still, it was nice to once again pick a perch in the long bow of the ship like hostelry, looking at the sun streaming in through the window and picking out a random customer, or glass, in perfect detail.
Soon I upped sticks and headed for the Red Lion, sort of on the understanding that I might bump into the Kilburn Crew, but mainly to assess the ales on offer. Whether through poor eyesight or some mild confusion I didn't spot anything to tempt me so headed off round the corner to the Crest of the Wave chippy, and set about securing directions to the Beehive.
This proved quite difficult as no-one seemed to have heard of it but the lass serving said she knew it was down Peashill and set about giving me complex directions. Luckily the bloke in front of me said he was heading that way in the car and gave me a lift. Even in the car it was nearly 10 minutes (although its further round) and I was glad I hadn't attempted the walk in the dark across the fields. Many thanks to traditional Northern named Pierre for his kindness!
The Beehive is an unassuming ex Home Ales pub near the bottom of Peashill with a relatively unspoilt interior and a visible allegedly usable off sales hatch. There was one real ale on the bar, Consett Ale Works Red Dust, which was OK, but the barmaid quickly worked out that I was here for the Honeypot bar at the back of the pub. Mind you, I necked the Red anyway.
Out the back and up through a marquee and a gap in the hedge and up some steps is the bar, open slightly less hours than the main pub but boasting an admirable range of ales from the cask, plus draught lagers and bottled beers. I went for a half of the very drinkable dark Nutbrook More, a 4.8% dark ale which I had a couple of in the end.
All the real ales are £2.50 a pint, but there were some slightly stronger ales, from a choice of 4. There was also a cider and only that and the strong continental draught beers attracted a premium. It was a really interesting place to visit, and its something thats catching on in pubs in Derbyshire - the Silk Mill has another bar inside at the back, the Queens Head at Marlpool has one outside, the Red Lion at Fritchley does or did and I'm sure there are others around.
Alas all too soon I had to head off following the landlords directions to the bus stop in Marehay, and was in Derby by half 9. Just chance to catch a bus round to the railway station to check the time of the last train, and pop in the Station on Midland Road for a last couple of pints of delciious Bass from the jug. The pub was busy and surprisingly the door was unlocked - perhaps this was a reflection of the fact that the East Midlands Derby was being played the next day? Please note, the below photograph of delicious Bass from the jug is deliberately taken at a jaunty angle. Honest....
Boarding the train home I bumped into Dave Unpronounceable, and Shaz, and had a very long but if am to be honest not especially cogent conversation all the way back to Sheffield. Here I had agreed to meet Fluffy for a last one in the Rutland, and its not clear who out of the two of us, and his Mum and Colin who were also out with him, was most "refreshed". Either way, I somehow ended up with one dark half of something that might have been from Raw and two halves of Black Mass. Almost all of which I think I drank.
I then walked up to Arundel Gate to fall asleep at the bus stop and end up getting a taxi home, after which I slept for 14 hours. Looks like I may have overdone it slightly over the last couple of days....
So, this was a great day out, featuring a new pub, an old haunt or two and a favourite pub in the making, along with some excellent beer.
Now to try and recover and prepare for the 38th Sheffield Steel City Beer Festival starting Thursday.
Cheers!
Wee Beefy
after my beer festival visit on Saturday, it seemed churlish to simply jump on a bus home and not make the best use of my Derbyshire Wayfarer. The buggers cost £11.50 now so a return train journey doesn't really cut it any more, so, for this reason (and this reason alone) I decided to head out into Ripley and then see where the night took me.
Starting my Derbyshire Wayfarer abuse mission took some time since I missed a bus on my way out of the festival and decided to walk into Ripley, which isn't far. Spotting a festival goer heading in the opposite direction I asked him if I could cut through the road opposite to join Lowes Hill. He said I could. I had guessed nearly the best point to come out, along Alma Street, to get to the George.
The George, tucked away down Lowes Hill seemingly a long way from the centre (more so on the way back up) used to be in the GBG but always had a chequered history for me. The first time I went, with Davefromtshop, having laboured down the hill in the dark and cold on a Christmas jaunt we found it packed out and selling just Cottage Santa's something or other. I have to declare a certain dislike for post Golden Arrow Champion beer of Britain Cottage beers. They are malty, sweet and usually cloudy.
My next visit heralded a couple of Amber Ales beers which was a marked improvement and me and Dave returned once more to savour the same level of excellence, but its not been in the GBG for a bit and seemingly in testament to this the Wild Walker brewery banner on the side suggested that its fortunes had perhaps faltered with them. On the bar was 1 beer. Cottage something or other. Having been supping cracking ales like Oakham Green Devil and Citra there was no way I was going to enjoy this so made my polite excuses and left.
On the way back up the hill a bloke I had asked which way the pub was (just to be sure) enquired if it had been shut - I replied that the beer choice was a bit grim and was off instead to the Taphouse. "I hope your earning plenty then coz its bloody expensive" he said. "Beers good though" I replied, and went on up the hill wondering how cheap the beer I didn't fancy at the George would have to have been to make the £3.00 a pint I was expecting at the Talbot seem expensive.
Inside the Talbot Taphouse was busy as always and there were plenty of ales on offer. Here I was determined not to fanny about with nonsense like notes and simply photographed a blackboard and the odd pump clip. I started with a couple of guest beers, Raw Ecky Thump which was brewed with fresh hops, and Liverpool Organic Simcoe, which was a really nice hoppy brew, although less pale than I'd expected. I also had a half of the Amber Ales Revolution, which was described as an amber ale. It really was. I also remember a protracted quest for an Amber Ales original stout but I have to confess I'm not sure i got to try it!
To be honest my most sensible purchase in here was a large sausage roll, although I quickly worked out that further sustenance was required. Still, it was nice to once again pick a perch in the long bow of the ship like hostelry, looking at the sun streaming in through the window and picking out a random customer, or glass, in perfect detail.
Soon I upped sticks and headed for the Red Lion, sort of on the understanding that I might bump into the Kilburn Crew, but mainly to assess the ales on offer. Whether through poor eyesight or some mild confusion I didn't spot anything to tempt me so headed off round the corner to the Crest of the Wave chippy, and set about securing directions to the Beehive.
This proved quite difficult as no-one seemed to have heard of it but the lass serving said she knew it was down Peashill and set about giving me complex directions. Luckily the bloke in front of me said he was heading that way in the car and gave me a lift. Even in the car it was nearly 10 minutes (although its further round) and I was glad I hadn't attempted the walk in the dark across the fields. Many thanks to traditional Northern named Pierre for his kindness!
The Beehive is an unassuming ex Home Ales pub near the bottom of Peashill with a relatively unspoilt interior and a visible allegedly usable off sales hatch. There was one real ale on the bar, Consett Ale Works Red Dust, which was OK, but the barmaid quickly worked out that I was here for the Honeypot bar at the back of the pub. Mind you, I necked the Red anyway. Out the back and up through a marquee and a gap in the hedge and up some steps is the bar, open slightly less hours than the main pub but boasting an admirable range of ales from the cask, plus draught lagers and bottled beers. I went for a half of the very drinkable dark Nutbrook More, a 4.8% dark ale which I had a couple of in the end.
All the real ales are £2.50 a pint, but there were some slightly stronger ales, from a choice of 4. There was also a cider and only that and the strong continental draught beers attracted a premium. It was a really interesting place to visit, and its something thats catching on in pubs in Derbyshire - the Silk Mill has another bar inside at the back, the Queens Head at Marlpool has one outside, the Red Lion at Fritchley does or did and I'm sure there are others around.
Alas all too soon I had to head off following the landlords directions to the bus stop in Marehay, and was in Derby by half 9. Just chance to catch a bus round to the railway station to check the time of the last train, and pop in the Station on Midland Road for a last couple of pints of delciious Bass from the jug. The pub was busy and surprisingly the door was unlocked - perhaps this was a reflection of the fact that the East Midlands Derby was being played the next day? Please note, the below photograph of delicious Bass from the jug is deliberately taken at a jaunty angle. Honest....
Boarding the train home I bumped into Dave Unpronounceable, and Shaz, and had a very long but if am to be honest not especially cogent conversation all the way back to Sheffield. Here I had agreed to meet Fluffy for a last one in the Rutland, and its not clear who out of the two of us, and his Mum and Colin who were also out with him, was most "refreshed". Either way, I somehow ended up with one dark half of something that might have been from Raw and two halves of Black Mass. Almost all of which I think I drank.
I then walked up to Arundel Gate to fall asleep at the bus stop and end up getting a taxi home, after which I slept for 14 hours. Looks like I may have overdone it slightly over the last couple of days....
So, this was a great day out, featuring a new pub, an old haunt or two and a favourite pub in the making, along with some excellent beer.
Now to try and recover and prepare for the 38th Sheffield Steel City Beer Festival starting Thursday.
Cheers!
Wee Beefy
Saturday, 7 April 2012
A great good Friday at the Talbot
Hello,
yesterday I set off on a not particularly well planned yomp to Ripley to drink some beer at the Talbot Taphouse, now owned and operated by Amber Ales Brewery nearby. Here is how it all panned out.
Chesterfind
My East Midlands Journey Planner told me quite clearly that the quickest way to Ripley was a train to Alfreton, wait 20 minutes and get a bus to Ripley. About an hour and 20 from Station to pub I reckoned. But where's the fun in that? Much better to guesstimate my way there based on half remembered timetable information and suffer the slings and arrows of misfortune along the way.
I set off at midday and on arriving at the Interchange decided to wait 20 minutes for the X17 to Matlock, instead of walking to the Station to find an equally long wait there. This would, as the timetable showed, "conveniently" get in to Chesterfield 2 minutes after the Red Arrow had left, thus affording me the chance of a pint in Chez first. The thing about Chesterfield is its made entirely of direction confusing magnets and shapeshifting streets. I can't find a chuffing road or pub I want for love nor money. Somehow though, wandering for 10 minutes, I came to the Royal Oak, which I'd heard was OK these days.
Old Oak
I had never been in before, and initially sat in the top bar, which is separate to the rest of the pub, but at least does have five handpumps on the bar. I opted for a pint of the 3.6% Buxton Moor Top Pale (£3.00), a refreshing very hoppy beer that went down superbly for my first of the day. I didn't stay long, but on leaving noted that I could really do with a loo trip so went in the bottom half (etc), and ordered a half of the Otter (possibly the same price, not sure if unjustifiable half premium added) and had the shortest of visits finishing off this radically different but pleasant brown brew before hot footing it to catch the Red Arrow.
Higham secret
What I like abut the Red Arrow is that its rabidly punctual. At 13.49, a minute before departure, an older couple started running towards the bus - passengers started to, in ever increasing frequencies of panic, point out to the driver that some passengers were approaching. On heroically reaching the bus the driver said "hurry up please because we have to leave" before closing the doors behind them and setting off. This may seem odd, but I get the feeling the timetable is based on the smooth passage of the bus along all of its route, so there's no time for dawdling.
Before leaving the house I was trying to recall the name of the pub in Higham. According to the Internet it was the Greyhound - I knew it wasn't, because there are two, and it aint that one! The Internet, where everything is true, then told me it was called the Three Horseshoes. So this is all I had, along with a half remembered mental picture of the pub being near the cross. The Red Arrow follows the main road which passes the Greyhound, but then bypasses the old village centre. My only gripe about the Red Arrow is that its coaches don't seem to have a bell - anyone getting off thus far had just got up and announced their desire to disembark. I did this at seeing the Greyhound, and then waited 5 minutes for the bus to set off a goodly distance round the corner away from Higham village.
On disembarking I asked a woman walking her dog which way the Greyhound was (the pub, not the dog) - beccause I wasn't sure the other pub was the Three Horseshoes, and I knew it was near the Greyhound. she told me, and when I asked about the Three Horseshoes, she gave it another name, like a restaurant, even when I queried what the other pub was called. She seemed quite sure there was only one pub in Higham, so I gave up and started walking.
Luckily on reaching the village I spotted the cross, and soon the Crown came into veiw. This redoubtable old pub has had a modest makeover and a bit of a tidy up, but still retains a traditional interior (and a quaintly tiny entrance) of two separate sections with a bar in the middle and a third room on the right. On the bar were Bombardier, Brains SA and Buxton Spa. I had a pint of this (4.5%, £3.30 a pint) and some crisps since, alas, I had missed the food. I sat down facing the bar and the fireplace, and caught up on insulin, photographs and writing up my beers.
I was here for a good half hour, noting the comings and goings of the staff and also that it was soon near empty with only me in. I decided to walk slowly up to the Greyhound next, and wondered as I did why someone in the same village seemed unable to recall that the Crown existed - and why did she call the Three Horseshoes (wherever that was) Santo's?
The Greyhound has a massive car park and a prominent Taverners table sign leaving you in no doubt of its style and sales intentions. Inside is one massive room with a few distinguishable areas, and every table set for diners. This is not a drinkers pub. Its unnaturally warm, and the beer range is disheartening fare, but there is a real cider, Westons Old Rosie. The four real ales are Jennings Cumberland, Pedigree, Hobgoblin and Brakspears bitter. Having found this on such good form at the Miners Standard in Winster its immediately obvious the half I bought was either green or subject to some sort of miraculous dequalitising (no, that's not a word) gas which makes it extremely drab. A pub that does exactly what it sets out to, nothing more.
Tap House of Delights
On arriving in Ripley I quickly got some brief directions to Butterly hill and found my self at the Talbot. Described as a Flat Iron style for its unusual shape, it was similar to the Three Tuns in Sheffield and Baltic Fleet in Liverpool, and was mainly reminiscent of a ship.
Whilst I wait for him to resurface I peruse the programme - there are about 20 Amber Ales beers on and guests from around the UK including Raw, Oakham, Black Iris and Nutbrook. I started proceedings with a pint of Amber Ales Barnes Wallis, a drinkable 4.something percent IPA style beer that went down very well and was packed with flavour. I then went for a couple of halves - in fact, I had several, so for the sake of convenience I'll list them for you here :
Nutbrook Same Again 4.5%
Amber/Naked Revolution 5.5%
Bambuster 5.5%
Dry hopped Imperial IPA 6.5%
Brewers Breakfast 6.5%
Derbyshire Gold 4.?%
Black Iris Klazny 4.5%
Raw/Somebody Else's collaboration beer of unrememberable name
All beers listed without a brewery are Amber Ales. Percentages supplied are a mixture of guesswork and fact. Prices ranged from £2.80 for Derbyshire Gold to £3.30 or so fpr the plus 6% beers.
During my encampment near the door I got chatting to a couple next to me who were sampling the beers using the increasingly popular 3rd of a pint sharing boards. Their first selection included the Amber Ales damson porter, which they had been warned by the barman was a bit,erm, fruity (or thick and cloudy as described by them), Ginger Blonde also from Amber and the Nutbrook same again. The name of this beer caused a little confusion when related to me, as I couldn't work out why they had three 3rds and two were the same beer.....
John and Denise were from near Ripley and out for a short session before Denise had to get back for practice in her folk group, Peasants Revolt (the card for which I hope I haven't lost as it has a recommendation for a really good pub to try). Unfortunately for Denise she was driving, but John made every effort, utilising the convenient smaller measures, to try most of the beers that I didn't buy including the Oakham summat, and the Braggert, which we all agreed was a bit weird. although me and John didn't dislike it I recall - it soon became apparent that as a rule of thumb, if Denise pulled a face, John would like the beer.
Red Lion
I spent about 3 hours in the Tap House overall and had a really enjoyable time, my experience made all the more enjoyable by the warmth and conversation of Denise and John - thanks both. All too soon though, having survived on a pork pie and a sausage roll, I decided it was time to find food. I headed off up into the town via the Crest of the Wave, where I got some chips and curry sauce to tide me over (no pun intended ).
I checked the times of the Red Arrow then went for a quick Half in the Red Lion, which I thought was a Wetherspoons but am not sure! Here I got to try a half of another of the blogosphere's most talked about ales, the Hawkshead Windemere Pale Ale at 3.5%, a delicious refreshing hoppy beer perhaps benefiting from it being a little cool in the warmth of the pub.
Return to chez
I was soon back on the Red Arrow and back in Chesterfield. I had wanted to go to the Rose and Crown at Brampton but needed some cash and a loo visit first. I found the Market Inn on the Market Place which had been recommended to me earlier as selling local beers, but what I found was a range of national brews, with a few exceptions. I had a half of the Harviestoun Bitter and Twisted (£1.50) and stayed for a brief drink, given that it was completely rammed.
I also went back to the Royal Oak for a last half, having given up on my Brampton plan due to mild inebriation and a lack of directions or transport to Chatsworth Road. This time I had a half of the Moor Top again, although had I been a bit less tired I may have had the Jaipur which I have now not had for many months.
Sheffield Tap House
I was back in Sheffield soon enough and headed straight round the corner for the Tap. As usual there was a good range of beers on with an emphasis on Magic Rock and Orkney, plus one from Roosters. Beer ticker extraordinaire Brian was again in their and informed me that he was cock a hoop at seeing the Roosters. I myself had a far greater prize in my sights - Magic Rock Dark Arts on cask.
I had a half of this and their excellent High Wire IPA sat in the back room, this time mercifully avoiding the wobbly tables. (please note the above photograph is deliberately taken at a jaunty angle). The Dark Arts is allowed to be a much more complex beer in cask. The keg dispense maybe hinders its warmer flavours simply by virtue of the temperature served at but the keg version was also much less rounded. Yes, there are astringent hops and bitterness to both but there were other more subtle flavours in the Cask version.
1854
Not the number of alcoholic units consumed that day, but my final destination, arriving at Harrisons just as they were about to close earlier than planned, based on a slow day. I remarked to Barraharri that I had been puzzled all day to see pubs closed, even ones that would normally open on both a Sunday and a Friday (in case they were mysteriously applying often less helpful Sunday hours). Although this was frustrating, perhaps the lack of customers anticipated by the closed venues was the experience of those that opened?
Here I had a pint of the Abbeydale Brewery Now Then, a pale 4.1% beer brewed to celebrate Now Then magazine in Sheffield. Alas my misfortune at arriving so late meant I had only time for a quick half, but this was an enjoyable beer to finish on.
Finally, the Internet led mystery of the Three Horseshoes can probably be explained thus - the RuRad "In the Sticks" magazine I picked up in the Talbot reported that the Three Horseshoes at nearby Wessington had been de-licensed and sold to a local builder. I did get in there once, on my walk to Ashover a couple of years ago, and they were selling the equally doomed Wild Walker beers. Its a crying shame that another rural pub has been sold for what will inevitably be housing stock, no doubt sold well outside the price range of the locals who would most benefit from buying a house or flat in the area.
Overall this was a fantastic day out encompassing a great new pub or 2 and a fantastic range of beers at the Tap House beer festival. Lets see whether he rest of the Easter weekend can live up to the Goodness of Friday.
Cheers!
Wee Beefy
yesterday I set off on a not particularly well planned yomp to Ripley to drink some beer at the Talbot Taphouse, now owned and operated by Amber Ales Brewery nearby. Here is how it all panned out.
Chesterfind
My East Midlands Journey Planner told me quite clearly that the quickest way to Ripley was a train to Alfreton, wait 20 minutes and get a bus to Ripley. About an hour and 20 from Station to pub I reckoned. But where's the fun in that? Much better to guesstimate my way there based on half remembered timetable information and suffer the slings and arrows of misfortune along the way.
I set off at midday and on arriving at the Interchange decided to wait 20 minutes for the X17 to Matlock, instead of walking to the Station to find an equally long wait there. This would, as the timetable showed, "conveniently" get in to Chesterfield 2 minutes after the Red Arrow had left, thus affording me the chance of a pint in Chez first. The thing about Chesterfield is its made entirely of direction confusing magnets and shapeshifting streets. I can't find a chuffing road or pub I want for love nor money. Somehow though, wandering for 10 minutes, I came to the Royal Oak, which I'd heard was OK these days.
I had never been in before, and initially sat in the top bar, which is separate to the rest of the pub, but at least does have five handpumps on the bar. I opted for a pint of the 3.6% Buxton Moor Top Pale (£3.00), a refreshing very hoppy beer that went down superbly for my first of the day. I didn't stay long, but on leaving noted that I could really do with a loo trip so went in the bottom half (etc), and ordered a half of the Otter (possibly the same price, not sure if unjustifiable half premium added) and had the shortest of visits finishing off this radically different but pleasant brown brew before hot footing it to catch the Red Arrow.
Higham secret
What I like abut the Red Arrow is that its rabidly punctual. At 13.49, a minute before departure, an older couple started running towards the bus - passengers started to, in ever increasing frequencies of panic, point out to the driver that some passengers were approaching. On heroically reaching the bus the driver said "hurry up please because we have to leave" before closing the doors behind them and setting off. This may seem odd, but I get the feeling the timetable is based on the smooth passage of the bus along all of its route, so there's no time for dawdling.
Before leaving the house I was trying to recall the name of the pub in Higham. According to the Internet it was the Greyhound - I knew it wasn't, because there are two, and it aint that one! The Internet, where everything is true, then told me it was called the Three Horseshoes. So this is all I had, along with a half remembered mental picture of the pub being near the cross. The Red Arrow follows the main road which passes the Greyhound, but then bypasses the old village centre. My only gripe about the Red Arrow is that its coaches don't seem to have a bell - anyone getting off thus far had just got up and announced their desire to disembark. I did this at seeing the Greyhound, and then waited 5 minutes for the bus to set off a goodly distance round the corner away from Higham village.
On disembarking I asked a woman walking her dog which way the Greyhound was (the pub, not the dog) - beccause I wasn't sure the other pub was the Three Horseshoes, and I knew it was near the Greyhound. she told me, and when I asked about the Three Horseshoes, she gave it another name, like a restaurant, even when I queried what the other pub was called. She seemed quite sure there was only one pub in Higham, so I gave up and started walking.
Luckily on reaching the village I spotted the cross, and soon the Crown came into veiw. This redoubtable old pub has had a modest makeover and a bit of a tidy up, but still retains a traditional interior (and a quaintly tiny entrance) of two separate sections with a bar in the middle and a third room on the right. On the bar were Bombardier, Brains SA and Buxton Spa. I had a pint of this (4.5%, £3.30 a pint) and some crisps since, alas, I had missed the food. I sat down facing the bar and the fireplace, and caught up on insulin, photographs and writing up my beers.
I was here for a good half hour, noting the comings and goings of the staff and also that it was soon near empty with only me in. I decided to walk slowly up to the Greyhound next, and wondered as I did why someone in the same village seemed unable to recall that the Crown existed - and why did she call the Three Horseshoes (wherever that was) Santo's?
The Greyhound has a massive car park and a prominent Taverners table sign leaving you in no doubt of its style and sales intentions. Inside is one massive room with a few distinguishable areas, and every table set for diners. This is not a drinkers pub. Its unnaturally warm, and the beer range is disheartening fare, but there is a real cider, Westons Old Rosie. The four real ales are Jennings Cumberland, Pedigree, Hobgoblin and Brakspears bitter. Having found this on such good form at the Miners Standard in Winster its immediately obvious the half I bought was either green or subject to some sort of miraculous dequalitising (no, that's not a word) gas which makes it extremely drab. A pub that does exactly what it sets out to, nothing more.
Tap House of Delights
On arriving in Ripley I quickly got some brief directions to Butterly hill and found my self at the Talbot. Described as a Flat Iron style for its unusual shape, it was similar to the Three Tuns in Sheffield and Baltic Fleet in Liverpool, and was mainly reminiscent of a ship.
Inside there is a long bar as you enter, and the whole pub is one room, essentially an elongated L shape. The bar is light and airy, painted in white and with lots of light wood on display. Its homely and busy and there is only one member of staff behind the bar.
Nutbrook Same Again 4.5%
Amber/Naked Revolution 5.5%
Bambuster 5.5%
Dry hopped Imperial IPA 6.5%
Brewers Breakfast 6.5%
Derbyshire Gold 4.?%
Black Iris Klazny 4.5%
Raw/Somebody Else's collaboration beer of unrememberable name
All beers listed without a brewery are Amber Ales. Percentages supplied are a mixture of guesswork and fact. Prices ranged from £2.80 for Derbyshire Gold to £3.30 or so fpr the plus 6% beers.
During my encampment near the door I got chatting to a couple next to me who were sampling the beers using the increasingly popular 3rd of a pint sharing boards. Their first selection included the Amber Ales damson porter, which they had been warned by the barman was a bit,erm, fruity (or thick and cloudy as described by them), Ginger Blonde also from Amber and the Nutbrook same again. The name of this beer caused a little confusion when related to me, as I couldn't work out why they had three 3rds and two were the same beer.....
John and Denise were from near Ripley and out for a short session before Denise had to get back for practice in her folk group, Peasants Revolt (the card for which I hope I haven't lost as it has a recommendation for a really good pub to try). Unfortunately for Denise she was driving, but John made every effort, utilising the convenient smaller measures, to try most of the beers that I didn't buy including the Oakham summat, and the Braggert, which we all agreed was a bit weird. although me and John didn't dislike it I recall - it soon became apparent that as a rule of thumb, if Denise pulled a face, John would like the beer.
Red Lion
I spent about 3 hours in the Tap House overall and had a really enjoyable time, my experience made all the more enjoyable by the warmth and conversation of Denise and John - thanks both. All too soon though, having survived on a pork pie and a sausage roll, I decided it was time to find food. I headed off up into the town via the Crest of the Wave, where I got some chips and curry sauce to tide me over (no pun intended ).
I checked the times of the Red Arrow then went for a quick Half in the Red Lion, which I thought was a Wetherspoons but am not sure! Here I got to try a half of another of the blogosphere's most talked about ales, the Hawkshead Windemere Pale Ale at 3.5%, a delicious refreshing hoppy beer perhaps benefiting from it being a little cool in the warmth of the pub.
Return to chez
I was soon back on the Red Arrow and back in Chesterfield. I had wanted to go to the Rose and Crown at Brampton but needed some cash and a loo visit first. I found the Market Inn on the Market Place which had been recommended to me earlier as selling local beers, but what I found was a range of national brews, with a few exceptions. I had a half of the Harviestoun Bitter and Twisted (£1.50) and stayed for a brief drink, given that it was completely rammed.
I also went back to the Royal Oak for a last half, having given up on my Brampton plan due to mild inebriation and a lack of directions or transport to Chatsworth Road. This time I had a half of the Moor Top again, although had I been a bit less tired I may have had the Jaipur which I have now not had for many months.
Sheffield Tap House
I was back in Sheffield soon enough and headed straight round the corner for the Tap. As usual there was a good range of beers on with an emphasis on Magic Rock and Orkney, plus one from Roosters. Beer ticker extraordinaire Brian was again in their and informed me that he was cock a hoop at seeing the Roosters. I myself had a far greater prize in my sights - Magic Rock Dark Arts on cask.
I had a half of this and their excellent High Wire IPA sat in the back room, this time mercifully avoiding the wobbly tables. (please note the above photograph is deliberately taken at a jaunty angle). The Dark Arts is allowed to be a much more complex beer in cask. The keg dispense maybe hinders its warmer flavours simply by virtue of the temperature served at but the keg version was also much less rounded. Yes, there are astringent hops and bitterness to both but there were other more subtle flavours in the Cask version.
1854
Not the number of alcoholic units consumed that day, but my final destination, arriving at Harrisons just as they were about to close earlier than planned, based on a slow day. I remarked to Barraharri that I had been puzzled all day to see pubs closed, even ones that would normally open on both a Sunday and a Friday (in case they were mysteriously applying often less helpful Sunday hours). Although this was frustrating, perhaps the lack of customers anticipated by the closed venues was the experience of those that opened?
Here I had a pint of the Abbeydale Brewery Now Then, a pale 4.1% beer brewed to celebrate Now Then magazine in Sheffield. Alas my misfortune at arriving so late meant I had only time for a quick half, but this was an enjoyable beer to finish on.
Finally, the Internet led mystery of the Three Horseshoes can probably be explained thus - the RuRad "In the Sticks" magazine I picked up in the Talbot reported that the Three Horseshoes at nearby Wessington had been de-licensed and sold to a local builder. I did get in there once, on my walk to Ashover a couple of years ago, and they were selling the equally doomed Wild Walker beers. Its a crying shame that another rural pub has been sold for what will inevitably be housing stock, no doubt sold well outside the price range of the locals who would most benefit from buying a house or flat in the area.
Overall this was a fantastic day out encompassing a great new pub or 2 and a fantastic range of beers at the Tap House beer festival. Lets see whether he rest of the Easter weekend can live up to the Goodness of Friday.
Cheers!
Wee Beefy
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