Wednesday, September 15, 2021

An NG12 Quintet

Hello again friends! It feels good to be able to post again not so long after the last time and fingers crossed I'll be able to continue to do so on a regular basis. Last week, taking advantage of some much needed annual leave, Amy and I decided to tick another belated location off of the pub excursion bucket list. Our initial plan was to tackle the village of Keyworth, where Amy grew up but, we reasoned, as we had all day to spare and the public transport links are good, that we may as well take in two neighbouring villages as well and take advantage of both the local bus route and some glorious, if not unseasonal, September sunshine. It also meant that we were staying well within the confines of our home county and so weren't too far from home. 

We set off to Nottingham city centre first and made our way to the bus stop we needed, to catch the handily monikered The Keyworth, operated by Trent Barton and normally resplendent in a fetching shade of purple. After some confusion about the actual bus times and a longer than expected wait, we were finally on our way. Research had indicated that all of our planned stops were well served by bus stops in the near vicinity or a short walk away and, around 20 minutes or so later, we found ourselves disembarking at a rather nondescript bus stop by the side of the A52. The first village on the agenda was the village of Tollerton.

Tollerton is located just south-east of Nottingham. The population of the built-up area in 2011 was 1,544. It was estimated to have risen to 1,655 in 2019. We had to turn slightly back on ourselves to access main road into the village proper. Reaching this road, Stanstead Avenue, we turned right and followed the road to the very end where our first location sits in an elevated position at a road junction. Our day would begin in earnest at the Air Hostess. 


Named in reference to the nearby Nottingham Airport, the Air Hostess is a post-war pub that first opened in December 1966. Formerly an Everards property, the pub is now community-owned after locals bought it from the brewery in 2019. A major refurbishment and remodelling followed and the newly improved pub reopened between lockdowns in July 2020. The work associated in redecorating the pub saw it recognised with an award from CAMRA in their 2020 National Pub Design Awards. The present layout has expanded on what was once a roughly 'T'-shaped interior on a corner plot. The toilets are just inside the entrance door with a lobby-style space leading through to a bar and lounge area which has been expanded to allow TV sport and pool. A large, spacious patio area is accessed through partition doors, as is a substantial beer garden which sits at road level and contains picnic style tables. We arrive shortly before midday, which is handy as the pub opens at 11am Monday-Saturday and are immediately greeted with the sight of a group of local women, manoeuvring suitcases. The manager quickly reassures that they would be leaving soon as they were awaiting the arrival of a, quite frankly awful sounding, 'party bus' which would be taking them away for the weekend. It wasn't initially clear as to why he felt like he had to clarify this. Maybe it was the fear in our eyes! We approached the bar and perused the offerings. I was immediately thrilled to discover 7 hand pumps, 6 of which were in use, offering a decent choice of beers. On the day, the options were Blue Monkey Primate, Timothy Taylor Landlord, Brains Rev James, Fyne Ales Jarl, Black Iris Endless Summer and Hop Back Summer Lightning. Seeing as we were staying local for the day, I decided I would begin with something local and opted for the Endless Summer from Basford-based Black Iris. Amy chose Aspalls draft cider, which came in a very cool chalice style glass, and we headed outside to the patio area, taking seats under a large parasol so we could better peruse our surroundings without too much UV exposure. This is certainly a cracking place to enjoy a beer in late summer sunshine. And what a beer it was too! Endless Summer (4.5%) is golden colour with citrusy aromas and aftertaste and a gently bitter finish. Amy's cider was very crisp and refreshing and we both agreed that this had been a great choice for a first stop. It's clear that the pub is very much a focal point for the village and the community and the staff should be very proud of what they've achieved here. It's wonderful, the beer and service are great and it's also a perfect vantage point to observe the normalities of every day village life such as, the 'party bus' women taking photos with the driver of a local community bus or people doing yoga in the grounds of the Methodist chapel opposite (neither of these things is made up). We genuinely could have stayed all day here but, with genuine sadness, we had to move on to our next stop, although we have already decided that we'll be returning here for food at a later date!

Retracing our steps back to the bus stop, we only had a few minutes to wait until the next bus came and were both rather miffed that, when it arrived, it was the normal purple livery but a less impressive orange. This had been the second time in two buses that we'd gotten one that wasn't the normal colour. Thankfully though, this did nothing to affect the journey and a very short few minutes later, we had arrived in village number 2, with pub number 2 almost opposite. Our attention now turned to Plumtree. Plumtree is a village and civil parish in the borough of Rushcliffe, Nottinghamshire. At the time of the 2001 census it had a population of 221, increasing to 246 at the 2011 census. It is situated 5 miles south east of Nottingham, between the villages of Tollerton and Keyworth. Some of the farming land around the village is owned by the Duchy of Cornwall (Prince Charles, the Prince of Wales). The parish church of St Mary has a Norman tower on Saxon foundations, which were found when the tower was rebuilt in 1906. The nave is of 13th-century date. The north aisle was rebuilt and extended with stone from Nottingham's medieval Trent Bridge in 1873. Edward Hagarty Parry (1855–1931), an association footballer who captained Old Carthusians F.C. when they won the 1881 FA Cup Final against Old Etonians, is buried in the churchyard.

Plumtree Mill was a two-storey wooden post mill mounted on an open trestle raised on piers atop a mound. Derelict by 1907, it was burnt down c. 1930. The mound is still extant. The manor of Plumtree was held in medieval times by the Hastings family, who secured Plumtree as part of their offices as Chief Steward to the Crown. The family continued to hold Plumtree for several centuries. In 1637, Edmund Hastings Esq., a descendant, had extensive property dealings with John Levett, a York barrister, who had married Hastings's wife's Copley family niece.


Directly across from where we disembarked, at one of the two bus stops in the village, is The Griffin Inn. 


Recorded as a public house since 1855, the Griffin reopened in 2019 after a long period of closure, following a change of ownership and an extensive refurb. It is a large, elegant brick building at the village crossroads and features white painted eaves and window surrounds. The interior is open plan with wooden floors and modern decor with the bar directly opposite the main entrance. To the left are two small lounge areas with the right leading to another lounge area that leads to a rear restaurant. There is a function room upstairs and an enclosed walled garden to the rear contains marble topped tables, hedges and trees and a constantly running water feature which creates a lovely ambience. Lighting is tangled in the trees and there are ground level spotlights to illuminate the foliage in the evenings. The bar features two hand pulls which, at the time of our visit, offered a choice between Shipstone's Original and Bateman's Gold. I opted for the latter whilst Amy decided on a pint of Beavertown Neck Oil. This again seemed like a great place to sit outside and observe the comings and goings. Once again, this is a place that I cannot recommend enough! The service was excellent and the food that we saw being taken to other customers looked sensational. This is another pub that we've added to the list for a future return visit! But what the beer, I hear you cry! Fear not, I had not forgotten. Batemans Gold (3.9%) is also known as Yella Belly Gold but has been rebranded following a legal case with another brewery over copyright and naming rights. Legalities aside, this is a very nice session beer. Pale golden in colour with a good balance of sweetness and bitterness and a fruity aftertaste. Plus, it came served in a handled glass! We thoroughly enjoyed our drinks sat in the comfortable garden which I can assume is rammed to bursting in the summer months or pleasant weekends. Soon, it was time to make a move again, not least because the rushing sound of the water feature was making me need the toilet. So, once again, we made our way back to the bus stop which, as a quaint side note, is next to an old fashioned red phone box that has been converted into a lending library. Plumtree might not be the biggest village but there's a lot to like here. 


In another few short minutes, we were on the bus again, passing through Plumtree to arrive at our final stop where the final trilogy of pubs is located. We had finally arrived in Keyworth.

Keyworth is located about 6 miles (11 km) southeast of the centre of Nottingham. It sits on a small, broad hilltop about 200 feet above sea level which is set in the wider undulating boulder clay that characterises the area south of Nottingham.

Keyworth is twinned with the French town of Feignies. Keyworth is first mentioned in writing in the Domesday Book dated 1086, though recent archaeological finds have discovered Roman artefacts in the parish outskirts suggesting human inhabitation of the area as far back as 800 AD. Keyworth originally developed as an agricultural community with the great majority of its inhabitants being farmers and field labourers. Later, frame-knitting gave rise to local employment and expansion in the 1880s.

Listed buildings in the village includes two grade II barns dating from the 17th century, one late 18th century house built in the Regency style, two early 19th century cottages on Main Street, and two grade II Former framework knitters' workshops.

In the early 20th century the Midland Railway came through Plumtree from Nottingham Midland station & along the north east of Keyworth, giving the village an accessible rail route throughout the railway network, though this luxury only lasted about 70 years. The station at Plumtree was open for passengers from 1880 to 1949.

Significant expansion took place throughout the 1950s, 1960s and 1970s with Keyworth effectively becoming a commuter town for Nottingham. The population has been falling slightly in recent years.

A fuller account can be found at the website of the Keyworth & District History Society.


Once again, it turned out that our next location was also in close proximity to a bus stop. Getting off near a small parade of shops, we made our way to The Keyworth Tavern.


This brick built community pub occupies a corner plot and was first opened by Shipstones on December 1st 1966. Extensively refurbished in 2013, it was under Punch ownership from November 2017 until it was taken over again in March of 2018 since when it has been operated by Pub People. Inside, there is a spacious and airy lounge to the left and a carpeted dining area to the right, both served by a curved bar that sits against the far wall. The 4 handpulls on the bar offered an interesting choice of beers with the options of Bombardier, Welbeck Abbey Kaiser, Beermats Hazmat and Sharp's Doom Bar. I'm a big fan of the beer from Winkburn-based Beermats so the Hazmat was an easy choice for both of us and we took our pints (and some crisps) to a table opposite the bar where we very quickly made friends with the pub's aging dog. The Hazmat (4%) is a refreshing session IPA that pours pale straw. The flavour is mango with a tropical aroma from the use of Mosaic hops. There is a crisp, citrus aftertaste which is very good indeed! I'd been wanting to visit Keyworth for a while. Amy grew up here and any previous visits have been fleeting so I was looking forward to properly exploring the place and having an insight into Amy's early life and see some of the places that she's told me about in the past. Amy actually briefly worked at this pub, many years ago, but for whatever reason the manager stopped giving her hours. It's their loss!


After several unsuccessful attempts to get the dog to come over again, and with our glasses empty, it was time to head to our next location. First though, we walked a way around Keyworth with Amy pointing out prominent locations from her youth, such as her old house and the houses that her grandparents lived in as well as her old school. It was really nice to share the nostalgia and put images to the stories that Amy had told me, as well as reminisce about my own childhood, growing up miles away on the south coast. Having walked a roughly circular route that took us past the local church, we arrived at the central market place and turned left. Walking past some 17th century tithe barns towards the older end of the village, we located our next destination on the right and across the road. We had now arrived at The Salutation.


The Salutation was recorded as a pub in the Nottingham Sessions Roll as far back as 1675, making it the oldest pub in Keyworth and quite possibly the local area. It is a white-washed rendered building with black surrounds on the windows, doors and fascias. The interior is divided in two by a central bar with one area laid out for diners and a separate dining area on a higher level to the left. There are TVs mounted on the wall in the rear section and a dartboard on the back wall. A sympathetic refurbishment in 2016 retained many of the original features, including the low timbered beams, fireplace and panelling. 8 handpulls occupy the bar, divided into two banks of 4, one on each side. At the time of our visit, just 2 of these were available with a choice between Fuller's London Pride and Doom Bar. I plumped for the Doom Bar whilst Amy selected a bottle of Tiger from the fridge behind the bar. We took our drinks from the very friendly and helpful barman and headed back down to the lower section. We were both quite hungry by this stage so took advantage of the food menu to order a BLT and chips each which was not only reasonably priced but very tasty. The Doom Bar was in perfect condition too, making it the perfect food accompaniment. This is certainly a friendly and welcoming community, although there appears to be a little bit of industry rivalry as the barman was telling us that they've had unwarranted bad reviews from visitors from the other pubs in the village. At his request, I left a positive TripAdvisor review. There really is no need for review bombing people, whether they're your rivals or not. As well as the food and drink, this pub certainly had the best music selection as we were treated to some Bon Jovi from the sound system. 


Stomachs full but glasses empty, we had one final stop before our bus home. Leaving the Salutation, we reversed our route back to the market place but this time kept walking, making our way down a hill. Upon reaching the bottom, our final destination stood in front of us, next to what had once been a vets but now appeared to be a private house, and opposite a small Sainsbury's. Our magical mystery tour of the NG12 postcode would conclude at the Pear Tree. 

 


The pub that is now the Pear Tree was opened by Home Brewery as the Fairway on 2nd August 1963. A substantial refurbishment and extension in 2015 saw the name changed and the ownership passed to Red Star Pub Co. The interior is open plan with seating areas to both left and right as you enter and the bar directly in front. There is a small snug area in one corner and outside boasts a substantial garden and a marquee for inclement weather. The flooring is part carpeted and part wooden and flagged and there is an overall modern feel to the pub, enhanced by the use of wood on the walls and artefacts throughout. This is by far the busiest pub of the day when we arrive. With it being late afternoon on a Friday, a large proportion of the clientele consists of labourers who have finished for the weekend. The bar hosts 4 handpulls but just one of these is in use. Wainwright it is then! Amy went for a pint of Inch's cider but would soon regret this as she didn't enjoy it at all. We took a seat to the side of the bar, under a window and perused our environment. The pub is certainly welcoming enough and there is music playing, in the former of reggae remixes, from the speakers. The beer is OK. Wainwright isn't too bad normally and on this occasion there isn't much to report. It isn't terrible but it doesn't blow me away. It is, simply, good enough. Our day out was drawing to a close but first, a cautionary tale. When using a pub toilet, always check that you can lock the door. Otherwise, you spend an awkward few minutes holding the door shut with your foot. Our time in Keyworth completed, we left the Pear Tree and got the bus from the stop right outside. We then enjoyed a brief bus ride past all the places we'd visited that day, before we finally arrived back in Nottingham.


So, what's to be made of our day out? It was great! By and large, it was a thoroughly enjoyable way to spend an afternoon, not least because I was spending it with my favourite person in the world. The trip proved that you don't have to travel far outside of Nottingham centre to find some cracking drinking holes and whilst they were certainly all very different and on different levels with regards to the experience, it certainly was worth the effort to make the journey. Village pubs, as I've said on more than one occasion here, are the heart and soul of a community and through them we can know their people. Try it. You might find you actually quite like people. 





Monday, August 23, 2021

Draycott Away Day

It's good to be back! Let's face it, it's been a while. By my calculations, it's been almost exactly 11 months since my last entry and things weren't exactly ideal at the time. However, whisper it gently, things now finally look like they might be moving in a positive direction which means that, after so many months and so much time spent in limbo, there may be some semblance of actual normality that resembles how things were in the before times. Given the length of time since I last ventured any distance for the purposes of 'market research', you'd be forgiven for thinking that I'd go completely overboard and fire myself off to a long distance destination in celebration. I'm pleased to confirm that this is absolutely not the case and, instead, I've stuck to the veritable tome of locations that I've had planned for trips in future. This means that my first trip in almost a year was to a location considerably closer to home. Regular readers of my exploits will be aware that I am a huge fan of Derbyshire, the neighbouring county to which I reside and it was to this area that I would be breaking my fast. First, a disclaimer: the title of this entry is something of a misnomer. Whilst I would indeed end my adventures in Draycott, my day would begin in the adjacent village of Breaston.

It was more than two weeks ago, August 6th to be precise, that I decided to finally make my way out to explore the pub and real ale scene in areas beyond my proverbial backyard. I have no shame in admitting that I felt like a child at Christmas. I was brimming with the same sense of excitement, coupled with expectation and nerves, that would normally feel. It felt superb to be out again and exploring. The day in question was a Friday and the weather was rather unsettled and, as will become clear, it became apparent that I'm very much out of practice. Word to the wise: if you're relying on public transport to get you to places, make sure you've got your timings right. It's all too easy to get on the wrong bus and end up going halfway to your intended destination before going in a loop and coming back again. Check the front of the bus! After circumnavigating Long Eaton twice (twice more than anyone should have to), I finally realised my mistake, disembarked and, an hour behind schedule (as much as there was one), arrived in the first of two locations for my afternoon out. I had arrived in Breaston.

Breaston is a large village and civil parish in the Erewash district, in the south-east of Derbyshire  near Long Eaton and close to the M1. The population of the civil parish as taken at the 2011 Census was 4,455. Breaston was mentioned in the Domesday book as belonging to Henry de Ferrers[3] and being worth four shillings.

Originally an agricultural village, Breaston has continued to grow for centuries until it has reached its current size, separated from neighbouring Long Eaton only by the M1 motorway.

Breaston today is mainly residential. There is a church (St Michael), a primary school, a Methodist chapel, three pubs (still named as they were in 1846 - The Bulls Head, Chequers Inn[5] and The Navigation Inn); a medical centre and a comprehensive range of shops, including a Co-op, located in the centre of the village around the church and the village green. The green (known as Duffield Close) is said to be one of the largest in the country and an annual May Day Fete is held there. If foreshadowing is not your forte, the aforementioned pubs will feature heavily in the following narrative. Upon arrival in Breaston via the Trent Barton Indigo, I got off at Breaston church and immediately headed up Risley Lane in search of my first stop for the afternoon. At the end of the road, slightly elevated above street level, I found it. My day's activities would begin at The Navigation Inn.


Originating from the 18th Century, The Navigation served the Sandiacre-Derby canal which is now a footpath. There is a grassed area abutting the pavement which includes picnic style tables and a large beer garden to the rear. Access is from a side staircase or a street level entrance to the front. Inside, there is a small bar area with split level seating to one side and a snug style area opposite the bar. A restaurant area behind is accessed via a corridor that also leads to the toilets. Seating takes the form of scrubbed wooden tables and banquette style benches. Both areas are served by a small central bar upon which are 4 handpulls. When I arrive, the pub has not long opened and I am one of two customers, which gives me plenty of time to assess my options beer wise. My choices are between Wainwright, Draught Bass, Timothy Taylor Landlord and Marston's Pedigree. I opted for the Landlord (4.3%) and took a seat at a round table opposite the bar. It may have been the feeling of euphoria from being on a pub excursion for the first time in many months but I'd be willing to go so far as to say that the Landlord was on par with the best I've ever tasted. It certainly didn't seem to last very long!


Before I knew it, it was time to proceed further into the village. Exiting through the side door and down the stairs into the car park, I retraced my steps onto Risley Lane and followed it to the end where it forms a junction with Main Street. In the shadow of the church stands a pub that I had already passed but would now investigate fully. Next up, the Bull's Head.


This moderately sized Marston's pub benefited from a significant refurbishment in 2013 but still managed to retain some of its original features as a traditional village local. Inside, a small drinking area near the bar is flanked by a restaurant style space and a carpeted area for families with young children. A quieter, lounge style area is behind the bar. I arrived at lunchtime and the pub was moderately busy with families and locals. The bar holds 4 handpulls, of which one was in use during my visit. The Pedigree (4.5%) that was available was very nice indeed. This place certainly has the friendly atmosphere and service you would expect from a community pub and would ultimately turn out to be the busiest venue I visited throughout the day, no doubt helped by it being lunchtime on a Friday. 


Leaving the Bull's Head, I turned right and continued along the main A6005 road, passing the church on my left. After a couple of minutes walk, my next stop and my final Breaston location, was in sight. I had now reached the Chequers Inn.



Entering this pub from the main road is like entering somebody's lounge. To the left is banquette style seating with a couple of high, scrubbed, wooden tables. A smaller area with a pool table is next to this. Directly opposite the door is a narrower space with more seating that serves as a dining area. At the time of my visit, the remnants of COVID-19 restrictions are still evident, with a Perspex partition mounted on the bar and a nightclub style barrier designed to mark out a queuing system just in front. I soon determine that bar service is fine and approach the bar with its 4 handpulls offering a choice of Theakston Lightfoot, Sharp's Sea Fury, Marston's Pedigree and Theakston Best. Lightfoot it the least familiar to me so this is what I entertain myself with and take to a small, round table roughly opposite the bar. It soon becomes clear to me that Lightfoot was completely the right choice. This is a refreshing blonde ale, 4.1%,with very low bitterness and very good drinkability. I took my time finishing it whilst I listened to the male member of bar staff recount stories from the prior weekend regarding people's inability to act decently since lockdown. His experiences included being told to 'fuck off' because he told someone to stop swearing, and being the victim of an inaccurate, but no less offensive, racial slur for asking someone to stop playing Vera Lynn at full volume. He seemed to have taken it all in good humour but that is absolutely not the point. On behalf of everyone in hospitality, just because you've not been out properly for a bit, please don't be a dick.  

With that, the first half of my day was over, but there was more to come. I would now venture to the neighbouring village of Draycott to continue my enquiries. A quick check of Google Maps suggested a 25 minute walk. The weather had settled down again and it wasn't cold so, armed with a ham salad roll (cob if you're from t'Midlands), I headed on my way. 15 minutes later I had arrived at the primary focal point of the day's quest.

Draycott lies around 6 miles east of Derby and 3 miles south-west of Long Eaton. Draycott is part of the civil parish of Draycott and Church Wilne. The population of this civil parish was 3,090 as taken at the 2011 Census.The meandering course of the River Derwent forms the southwestern boundary of the parish.

The route of the Derby Canal can still be traced across the parish. Trains on the Midland Main Line pass through the village but Draycott railway station is now closed. Elvaston Castle is nearby. The name Draycott derives from resembling words dry coat, as the village resides north of both the River Derwent and Church Wilne, a reservoir. In particularly rainy season the village used to flood, hence the name 'Dry Coat'.

A prominent local family, which took its name from the village, included the eminent Irish judge Henry Draycott (1510-1572).

Draycott was once an industrial town, in which the Victoria Mill was based. 
Built in 1888, the mill shut down in 1970 but the building is intact and has, like many old mills in Derbyshire, been converted into flats.

Upon my arrival into Draycott, which is largely centred around its main street and, what appears to the casual observer to be an inordinate number of flag poles, it did not take long at all to reach the next stop on my tour. Next up the Olympic hotel.


Another Marston's owned premises, The Olympic is focused around two rooms; a small, room containing a pool table and TV and a larger room with more seating which also accommodates live bands. Both areas are served by a small central and their is a side beer garden adjacent to the car park. I arrive to a genuine welcome and see that, other than a couple of locals drinking lager, I am the only customer. There are 5 handpulls across both sides of the bar with 3 in use, one of which is doubled up Pedigree, with the other offering London Pride. I once again opted for Pedigree here and took it to a seat at the only table in the smaller room with my back to the radiator which, given that it was early August, had the heating on full, and took in my surroundings. I heard a member of staff mention that a refurb is upcoming which, I have to say, is badly needed. The welcome was great and beer was great but the decor, and the building itself, are definitely showing their age. Curiously, for a hotel called the Olympic, with Olympic medals on their A board and posters from prior Olympics on the wall, the TV was tuned to a dance music TV channel.

After finishing my beer, I left the Olympic and continued my walk into Draycott where, after a couple of minutes, what would turn out to be my penultimate stop of the trip appeared on my right. I had now arrived at The Victoria. 

An unchanged local pub, run by Marston's, The Victoria still features a lot of its traditional features such as low ceilings, wooden beams and real fires. Entry is to the side which leads to the largest of two bar areas, with a smaller snug area to the rear. The aesthetic is very much bare boards, scrubbed wood and banquette seating with wooden beams and minimalism throughout, although the occasional breweriana artefact or old photo are thrown in for good measure. Of the 4 handpulls that grace the bar, half of them are in use, and I am choosing between Pedigree and a guest beer from Sheffield's Fuggle Bunny. I ultimately chose the latter, Fuggle Bunny Chapter 2 - Cotton Tail (4%) is a very refreshing session pale ale. It's genuinely like drinking sunshine which this summer could definitely do with more of. It was a thoroughly enjoyable thing to drink as I sat in the snug bar watching the world go by out of the bay window. 

The next destination on my tour was mere feet away and, for clarity, the only pub on the opposite side of the road thus far. Travelling ever so slightly back on myself, I now ventured to the 2020 Good Beer Guide listed Coach & Horses.
 

Located in the heritage part of the village, the Coach & Horses is a deceptively large venue with two rooms and an informal atmosphere. The central room, opposite the bar, leads through to a smaller, but wider, room with a pool table and a door to the outside space. A corridor to the side provides toilet access. Seating is once again scrubbed wood and banquette seating with a TV positioned in one corner. This place already feels welcoming and homely. 4 handpumps adorn the bar, of which 3 are in use. After a moment's deliberation, I decide between Blue Monkey BG Sips, Doom Bar and Bass by choosing the former. The landlord serves me and, pleasingly, despite me being the only customer, service is excellent. The beer is cracking too. I haven't had BG Sips (4%) for a while but it's as good as I remember: golden, hoppy, fruity and bitter. It's made even more delicious by watching Team GB win medals in their respective 4x100m relay events at the Olympics on the aforementioned TV screen. I had planned to end my day the Draycott Tap House, situated on the neighbouring corner and the tap house for Draycott Brewing Co. I was already aware that this opened later in the day however, my plans were thwarted somewhat by discovering that the pub was temporarily closed due to urgent repair work required for the floor. My thanks to the landlord of the Coach & Horses for the information. The Draycott Tap House will no doubt get a visit at a later date.

What's to be said of my first pub trip for almost a year? Well, for one, there are no known ghost stories for either Breaston or Draycott, although the nearby village of Church Wilne tells tales of phantom organ music coming from the church at night, thought to be the work of a local whose love affair failed, only for him to hang himself in the church one night. He has also been seen as an apparition in the adjacent car park by a couple who allegedly saw him pass through the solid matter of their car. 

From a less ethereal point of view, the pubs in this part of Derbyshire, being just over the border with Nottinghamshire, can certainly be said to have character. The beer, by and large, isn't bad and the pubs are welcoming enough. As a tester for getting back into things, from a personal perspective, this can be seen as a success. Travelling out and getting to places is certainly as easy as it used to be (as long as you get the right bus!) and it's relit the fire that needed kindling after the last 18 months of utter madness. 

I'm very glad to be back and I hope you'll enjoy me being back. I genuinely hope you'll be hearing from me again in the very near future. Until next time, raise a glass for those who sadly weren't so lucky. 







Monday, September 21, 2020

Droning On.......

Greetings! This entry comes to you at a rather uncertain time as the relative new 'normality' of the past few weeks may about to be reversed in an attempt to combat a potential second wave. The vagaries of the government response and, what happens next, remain to be seen. On the plus side, last week saw me venture out again, taking advantage of some unseasonably pleasant September weather, to once again travel further afield. The subject of my trip was a location I had intended much before now but because of *gestures at everything* it had to be put on hold. This would be the first trip outside of Nottingham since March and the first solo since December's visit to Oakham. It would also see me returning to one of my favourite counties as I hopped over the border into Derbyshire to visit the town of Dronfield.

Dronfield is a town in North East Derbyshire, which includes Dronfield Woodhouse and Coal Aston. It lies in the valley of the River Drone between Chesterfield and Sheffield. The Peak District National Park is three miles (4.8 km) to the west. The name means open land infested with drones (male bees).

The town existed before the 1086 Domesday Book, and has a 13th-century parish church. In 1662, Charles II granted the town a market, although this later ceased. The industrial history of the town includes coal mining, the wool trade, the production of soap and steel, and engineering. Today a range of manufacturing firms still operate in the town.

Dronfield's population increased dramatically in the post-war years from 6,500 in 1945 to its current size of just over 21,000.

The football ground to the north of the town is currently the home of Sheffield F.C., the world's oldest football club.

Dronfield was in existence before the 1086 Domesday Book, though little is known about its early history. It suffered after the Norman conquest when William the Conqueror sought to bring the north of England under control. Its name derives from the Old English drān and feld, meaning open land infested with drones (male bees).

The Church of St. John the Baptist was built by 1135 when Oscot was rector and the parish of Dronfield covered Little Barlow, Coal Aston, Povey, Holmesfield, Apperknowle, Dore and Totley. The Guild of the Blessed Virgin Mary was established in 1349 in the hall of the chantry priests. However, due to the Dissolution of the Monasteries and the subsequent suppression of the guilds and chantries in 1547, it became a local inn which still operates today as the Green Dragon Inn.

During the 16th century Dronfield with its sheep farmers had a significant number of families working in the wool trade, engaged in spinning and weaving and also the production and selling of cloth. Soaper Lane, being next to the river, was the centre of the soap-making and tanning industry in the town, with a dye works also situated there. In 1662 Dronfield was granted a market by Charles II, but in the 18th century, due to the proximity of Sheffield and Chesterfield, the market went into decline however it is still held every Thursday in the rear car park of the civic center on Farwater Lane.

Between the 16th and 19th centuries Dronfield grew around various industries, the most widespread of which was coal mining, with pits at Stubley being mentioned in the 16th century and a map of Hill Top in the 17th century showing some workings. Further mines were opened at Coal Aston in 1785 and Carr Lane in Dronfield Woodhouse in 1795. The town also benefited from trade with the lead mining and grindstone industries in the Peak District. The wealth of the Rotheram family, who became the Lords of the Manor of Dronfield, was based on the lead trade.

The Wilson-Cammell steelworks was built in the town in 1872-3, following the completion of the Midland Main Line through the town in April 1869. Bessemer steel was first blown at the site in March 1873 and the plant was soon capable of producing 700 tons - mostly as rails - every week. Dronfield became a boom town, but its prosperity was short-lived; although more efficient and profitable than other works in the Sheffield area, its site had limitations that couldn't compete with low-cost coastal locations, and in 1883 production moved from Dronfield to Workington in west Cumbria. Steelworkers and their families moved too. It is estimated that 1,500 townspeople made the trip to Workington. 'Dronnies', as the people of Workington called the newcomers, formed Workington AFC in 1888.

In 1993 Dronfield Henry Fanshawe School (formerly the 'Dronfield School' and previously 'Dronfield Grammar School') suffered major damage when its 1960s system-built blocks were completely gutted by fire, requiring all firefighting resources from all nearby towns and Sheffield to control the blaze. The historic Victorian quadrangle and library, as well as the sixth-form block, survived. The remains of the modern school were subsequently demolished and mobile cabins were used as classrooms until 1996 when the school was rebuilt.

As well as the above, Dronfield is notable for being the birthplace for several sporting figures, largely footballers, but also boasts a former Apprentice contestant and, best of all, Def Leppard drummer Rick Allen as former residents.

I arrived in Dronfield by train, just after 1pm, on a pleasantly warm Thursday afternoon and immediately set about trying to get my bearings. I did a Masters degree at University of Sheffield and used to commute there by train so, whilst I had passed through Dronfield many times, this was my first opportunity to explore the town up close. Leaving the station, I took a left and then a right, past The Forge shopping centre. This led slightly uphill towards the High Street and the area of my first few stops. My dive into the pubs of Dronfield began at the Manor House Hotel.


This 15th century, Grade II listed building is situated roughly in the centre of the town, alongside the main thoroughfare. It benefits from 2 entrances, one to the front which leads into the hotel reception area and another to the rear which leads directly into the bar. I entered through the main entrance where I found a reception desk directly in front of me. To the left is a small restaurant space and to the right, a curved room that I soon learned was the bar. I sanitised my hands and wrote my details down on a form for NHS track & trace purposes before ringing the bell on the desk as I wasn't entirely sure where I was going. I was promptly greeted by a female staff member who escorted my through into the right hand room. The bar space is curved and relatively narrow with the bar itself taking up most of one wall. The interior of the room features bare brickwork, exposed beams, subtle lighting and seating consisting of low benches and tables. A small TV hangs in a small alcove off to one side. The hotel clearly prides itself on its original features and it's a nicely atmospheric and comfortable place to start my day. The bar holds a solitary handpull but, on this occasion, it happened to hold one of my favourite beers of all time and one that helped me make the switch to drinking real ale after a long time lost in the lager drinking wilderness. The beer in question is Abbeydale Moonshine (4.3%). This is a well balanced pale ale with a full hop aroma and pleasant traces of grapefruit. Finding this beer here made me feel like it was going to be a good day as long as the beer was up to scratch. I'm pleased to report that it was excellent. I enjoyed it sat on a bench just inside the entrance to the room, out of sight of the bar but within earshot of a trio of regulars who were discussing what it might be like to be tasered. 

So far so good at my first stop and it was now a moderate walk to my next location. There was a fair amount of toing and froing between pubs that weren't necessarily overly close together. This was done in order to ensure that I managed to reach one but several opened a bit later than the others and it was midweek which can always be a funny time with regards to opening hours. Regardless, I knew my next stop was open by the time I reached it. Leaving the Manor House, I turned left and continued uphill, taking a right towards the local Sainsbury's. Crossing the road, I headed to the left branch of a fork in the road where pub number 2 sits on a corner plot. Next up, The Victoria.


Situated on the junction of Victoria Road and Stubley Lane, The Victoria was voted Most Improved Pub by Dronfield & District CAMRA in 2013. This is very much a local's pub with a well appointed interior full of quirky slogans. Hand sanitiser was available on the wall as I entered through the pub's single door. The bar sits opposite the entrance and is roughly L-shaped with seating throughout the room, largely confined to the edges. Plastic screens have been erected at the bar along with a sign warning against standing at it. Ordering must be done first and then customers must immediately take a seat until their drink is poured. The interior is light and airy. To the right of main door is a slightly raised area that features a pool table and jukebox. To the right, a corridor leads to the toilets. The layout is effectively a single room with the bar at the approximate centre. I perused the hand pumps, of which there are 6 to see what was available. 3 of them were in use on my visit, offering a selection of Courage Best Bitter, Marston's 61 Deep and Stancill United are Back. I always enjoy trying beers that I am unfamiliar with so I opted for the United are Back from Sheffield based Stancill. Brewed to commemorate Sheffield United's return to the top tier of English football, this is a 4% pale ale. It's flavour is delicately hoppy with a grassy and piney aroma and a soft, delicate mouthfeel. I enjoyed it whilst sat at a round table directly opposite the bar, where I witnessed a delivery from Nottingham brewer Castle Rock. It seems that my adopted city follows me wherever I go! This was certainly a very tasty beer but I can't help but wonder, as the Blades go into their 2nd season back in the top flight, will it be discontinued if the worst were to happen? It doesn't seem likely any time soon but it's something worth thinking about.

I needed to retrace my steps in order to reach the next stop of the day. Turning back on myself, I once again found myself on the High Street, virtually next door to the Manor House Hotel. I had now arrived at the Blue Stoops.


Reputedly the oldest pub in the town, the Blue Stoops is believed to take its name from the Medieval custom of daubing blue paint on door posts or bollards (known as 'stoops') to indicate the presence of an inn to travellers. Nowadays this has been replaced by a pub sign showing ale being poured into blue goblets. Having been closed and near derelict for two years, the Blue Stoops reopened in November 2016 following purchase and an extensive refurbishment by True North Brewing Co., out of Sheffield. The main entrance is on the high street and a one way system has been implemented so that customers must enter through this door and then exit through a door that leads out into the car park and also provides beer garden access. Internally, the pub is very well put together. The bar is large and faces the entrance. To the left is a smaller extension area known as The Orangery with a further room for dining to the rear. The decor is modern with nice touches such as taxidermy pheasants posed artistically in glass cases, old brewery memorabilia and a quote from a Lord Byron work emblazoned above the windows in the form of a neon sign. There are some traces of the old building visible in some of the exposed brickwork and the layout of the beams. Upon entering I sanitised my hands and was directed through to the Orangery were my details were taken by a member of staff at a greeting station. I was then talked through the ordering process. No bar ordering is permitted here. QR codes are attached to all tables, both inside and out which, when scanned, allow access to an online menu for both food and drink. Staff are on hand to help if any difficulties arise. I took a seat in the Orangery are and scanned the code which directed me to a very smart and easy to use menu. It offers the opportunity to set up an account for future visits or to checkout as a guest. I did the latter, after I made my choice from the ale list. 4 were available, matching up with the 4 handpumps I had spied on the bar on my way in. My options were Abbeydale Moonshine, Atom Schrodinger's Cat, True North Blonde and Eldon Pale. It would have been rude not to try something from the stable of the owning brewery, so I selected the Blonde (4%). This was swiftly delivered to my table and very nice it was too! A hazy, easy-drinking golden ale with smooth floral flavours and hints of vanilla, it went down very well indeed. The Blue Stoops is a cracking place for a beer. True North have worked wonders!

It was another about turn to my next destination as I again turned uphill and retraced my steps. My next stop sits opposite the local parish church. Onwards to the Green Dragon.


An inn since 1547, the Green Dragon is one of the oldest pubs in Dronfield and began life as a hall for chantry priests which housed the Guild of the Blessed Virgin Mary until the Dissolution of the Monasteries. Rumours abound of an underground passage at the pub which leads to the nearby church, itself allegedly containing another passage linked to the site of an old Georgian farmhouse in the Bowshaw area of the town. The pub itself has been family run since 2013 and attracts a mix of clientele from the local area. There is a large car park to the front of the pub, including a smoking shelter. Inside, a small central room houses the bar and a couple of high tables. Another snug-style room is off to one side, connected to the entrance corridor. Another corridor to the rear leads to both the beer garden and the toilets. A one way system is in place here with visitors instructed to enter through the main door and exit through the toilet corridor. Again, sanitiser was readily available along with a sheet for customers to sign in with name and number. This I did before turning my attention to the bar. Of the 4 available handpulls, 3 were in use, providing a choice between Bradfield Farmers Blonde, Theakston Best Bitter and Abbeydale Moonshine. As tempting as it was to go for Moonshine again, I don't often find Bradfield beers so the Farmers Blonde seemed like the logical choice. At 4%, this is a pale, blonde beer with aromas of citrus and summer fruits. I took my beer into the aforementioned snug, which was empty, as I wanted to soak up some of the atmosphere of the place. There were a small number of regulars in the bar area and a larger number of people outside enjoying the September sunshine so I could enjoy my beer undisturbed. The pub is decorated in a traditional manner and, in the snug in particular, artefacts abound. Alongside bric-a-brac and local memorabilia are paintings of the local area as well as the pub and, mounted on the wall, the eponymous dragon, bathed in a green spotlight. This is a comfortable pub with a feeling of history soaked into its walls. That history is still present in both physical non-corporeal ways. A white lady has been seen in the pub, believed to be linked to the alleged underground passage. Occasional poltergeist phenomena such as moving objects, disembodied footsteps and items being broken are attributed to her, although activity was reported to be much more prevalent in the 1980s. Interestingly, a similar (or perhaps the same) figure has also apparently been sighted at the Manor House Hotel and the local library, suggesting a connection between all 3 and enhancing local theories that the ghost is a former landowner. The local church also carries a strange legend. It is claimed that every April 24th (St. Marks Eve), the apparitions of every resident who will die within the next 12 months are seen to enter the church at midnight. Whether this strange, unearthly parade has been seen recently is not quite clear.

Back in the land of the physical, it was once again time to make a move. The journey to the next stop on the excursion was the longest of the day and saw me making the trek towards the north end of the town. The next pub sits on the side of the A61 Sheffield Road. Following my extensive walk, it was very much time for a beer at the Good Beer Guide listed Coach & Horses.

The pub is located directly next to Sheffield F.C., the world's oldest football club, which was founded in 1857. The name of the football club reflects an attempt to incorporate Dronfield into Yorkshire and effectively make it a suburb of Sheffield, an attempt that was resoundly rebuffed by locals, although the name of team stuck. The Coach & Horses is owned and operated by Thornbridge brewery and is renowned for being busy on Sheffield F.C. match days, at least before the pandemic. The pub benefits from a large outdoor drinking area which faces the main road. Inside, the pub has a small, central room with a bar to the rear. The open plan layout is broken up slightly by pillars between the bar and the entrance. Various tables take up space throughout the main room with a smaller room to one side with plusher furniture. To the right is a door that leads to the toilets and also provides access to outside. Upon arrival, I noticed that a one way system was in place through the outside space, with entry through one gate and exit from another. I was greeted by a female member of staff who showed me to a table and gave me a form to fill out with my details. I was not allowed to order until I had completed this form, which is absolutely the right way to do things in the current environment. I was given a paper, disposable drinks menu to look through and I was also sat at a high table with a good view of the bar so I could easily see what beers were present on the pub's 6 handpulls. Unsurprisingly, the majority of the options are from Thornbridge with 4 of their beers available in the form of Jaipur, Lord Marples, Brother Rabbit and Otter's Tears. The remaining 2 are taken up by a guest beer, on the day Rooster's Highway and a cider or perry with Lilley's Bee Sting being present during my visit. It did not take me long at all to go for the Jaipur, which I don't believe I've ever had a bad pint of. True to form, this did not disappoint. It was in perfect condition which is just what you'd expect from a pub run by the brewery. My only complaint is that it always goes down far too quickly.

There was a touch more walking now as I had to make my way back towards the centre of town. I achieved this by heading south, straight down Sheffield Road which brought me back towards the train station. It wasn't time to leave just yet though and I carried on past the station and hung a right onto Chesterfield Road where my final trio of stops for the day sit in close proximity to each in an almost triangle. The first point of this triumvirate was the White Swan.
 










On site since 1678, the pub was closed for a considerable time before reopening in November 2018 following a major refurbishment. It was awarded Most Improved Pub by the local CAMRA branch for 2019. It occupies a split level position on a hill with an entrance facing the main road. Internally, the main bar area sits on the ground floor with a central bar serving a lounge to one side and another area to the other which includes TVs for showing live sport. There is a function room upstairs with it's own bar and a substantial outside drinking space to one side. There are old car parking spaces at the front but these are now out of use and cordoned off with a combination of chains and empty casks. Food sales were introduced to the pub in August 2019 in the form of Pieminister pies. I entered the pub through the main entrance where I was greeted by a sanitiser station and a sign on the bar telling me to wait. After around a minute, a female member of staff appeared, took my details and signed me in using a laptop on a high table set up by the door. I was also allowed to order my drink directly from her and pay before sitting down. Once again, no bar service is allowed here. I took a seat at a low table to my left, opposite the bar, in the part of the pub set up for showing sport. A number of tables were already reserved for later in the evening as Sheffield United were live on TV in a cup game. I noticed that a one way system was also in place with black and yellow arrows taped on the floor to show the way. In terms of beer, there was a choice of 2 from 3 handpulls. The options were Triple Point Gold and Pennine IPA. It was the latter of these that I had chosen and it soon arrived. Whilst it's weaker than a traditional IPA at 4.4%, it was certainly no less tasty. It pours a crisp, golden colour and features balanced fruitiness, mild liquorice notes and fruity undertones. This was an excellent thirst quencher after my walk from the north end of town and a nice place in which to enjoy it with a modern interior that does not detract from the character of what is clearly an old building. The lighting is soft and the decor minimal with nice little touches that add character. Once my beer was done, I made my way out, following the one way system out into the beer garden and then through a low gate out onto the main road.


I merely had to cross the road to reach both the penultimate and final destinations on this trip, situated as they are, right next door to each other. The first of these is the Dronfield Arms.

 









Formerly known as both The Sidings and The Midland due to its proximity to the railway line, the Dronfield Arms became the town's first brewpub when a brewery kit was installed downstairs in the former restaurant in 2015. Known as Hopjacker, the brewery has since been disbanded but the kit is still in situ and can be viewed through glass panelling in the floor of the bar, whilst the name is still visible throughout the premises including on the front window. The kit is being rented for use by Gravity Brewing Co., who are brewing without a tie to the pub. The pub itself features a very long bar to one side with a small step leading up to a rear raised area which features plenty of seating, as well as access to outside. When I arrived, I signed in on a clipboard on the bar and made my way to the top end where the real ale handpulls are located, 7 of them in total, though only 4 of them were in use at the time. The range available was mostly Abbeydale, featuring Serenity, Hop Back Citra & Hibiscus and Moonshine again although there was also Silver Brewhouse Grey Ghost on the remaining pump. It was to this last choice that I turned. Silver Brewhouse brew a range of beers with different themes, including some from the portfolio of the now sadly defunct Raw Brewery, formerly of Chesterfield. Grey Ghost is one of these. This is a heavy hitting IPA that weighs in at 5.9%. It's bitter, well hopped and very easy to drink. I'd recommend not having too many in quick succession! I enjoyed it whilst sat on a high table near the bar, with the brewery vessels visible through a panel beneath my feet. Every table here is equipped with a bottle of hand sanitiser to make it as accessible as possible, something which I thought was a very sensible approach. The decor here is modern, light and quirky with a combination of local photos, posters and a cartoon strip dedicated to Henderson's Relish. I still have no idea what this particular condiment is but it appears to have near god-like status in parts of North Derbyshire and South Yorkshire. 

I had one more venue to explore before my short walk back to the station for the train ride home. The venue in question was the Underdog.









The Underdog opened its doors in September 2019, following an extensive refurbishment of Smiffy's Real Ale bar. Operated under the principles of a micropub but a little bit larger than some, it is known for a wide and varied beer choice in cask, keg, can and bottle. When I arrived, the door was propped open and the large windows at the front had been fully opened to provide as much ventilation and light as possible. I was greeted by a member of staff, wearing a face shield, who took my details, asked me to sanitise and, for the first time all day, checked my temperature. With checks complete, I was pointed to an available table with the instruction that it would be needed in about 3 hours time. No issues as far as that was concerned! Here again, each table was equipped with its own bottle of sanitiser, although these ones were automatic and motion activated, thereby reducing contact. There was also an interesting procedure in place with regards to the toilets, which I will go into in more detail shortly. But first, the pub and the beer! The Underdog is basically a large, single room with a high ceiling, wood flooring and contemporary design features including some industrial style ducting and an emphasis on canine theming. The bar is long and sits at the back of the room and features 5 hand pumps and a bank of keg lines on the rear wall, including 1 or 2 national brands. My choice of beer from the 5 pumps was between the 2 available, namely Fyne Ales Jarl and Abbeydale Moonshine. It made perfect sense to bookend my day with one of my favourite beers so Moonshine it was! Once this had been safely dropped off at the table, the member of staff from before instructed me in the ins and outs of the toilet system. In a nutshell, each table is equipped with 2 wooden blocks with a hole in the middle, with the table number written on. When using the toilet, the customer hooks one of the blocks onto a hook on the outside of the toilet door (themed as dog tails - a nice touch). This enforces a 'one in one out' system without being intrusive, ensures that customers know when the toilet is occupied and allows staff to prepare to clean it as and when it has been used. Simple and efficient and, actually, quite a stroke of genius. The Underdog is a cracking little place and I was glad that I'd stopped in before I had to go home. As tempting as it was to sneak another beer in here, I instead made my way out and headed the short distance back to the station.


I'll freely admit that I hadn't quite known what to expect from Dronfield. As much as I make an effort to research pubs and locations and plan a route, there's only so much that can be gleaned without physically being at a place. And I have to say, that I was impressed. Stand out pubs were definitely the Underdog and the Blue Stoops but each pub was making a huge effort to welcome people and to increase confidence and comfort. Whilst each pub was very different and all had different interpretations of the new safety measures that best suited them, they all felt safe and welcoming and, best of all there were customers in each one. Sometimes it was just one or 2 but it was mid afternoon on a Thursday. Any customers in any pub should be celebrated, especially in the face of the uncertainty that the country and, in particular, the hospitality industry is still facing. Particularly in smaller, close knit communities, it's important that pubs are not left to fall by the wayside. Supporting pubs in any way I can is my own contribution in trying to keep everyone's heads above water. It truly was a great experience exploring somewhere that no doubt has been easily overlooked for beer, sitting as it does in the shadow of one of the great British beer cities. I hope that I've done something at least to put this corner of Derbyshire on beer maps. It certainly deserves to be.

Sunday, July 26, 2020

Embracing the 'new normal'

Hello again everyone! It's safe to say it's been a while and it has been, and continues to be, strange times to live in. It's been about 4 months since the country, and indeed the world, was turned upside down as we battle against the COVID-19 pandemic. Whilst the battle is not yet won, steps are being taken to ensure that the country begins to return to some form of recognisable life. With the vast majority of pubs now welcoming back customers and some shortly to begin doing so, it made sense to look into how things will be changed and what measures have been introduced to protect both staff and customers. This made for a very different style of pub trip and, by extension, a very different sort of blog entry. It will still be about the pubs and the beers of course but much of this entry will focus on the ways in which each venue is ensuring that beer and pubs can be enjoyed safely.
What follows is the experience of visiting a few different pubs over the course of a week, all of them in and around Nottingham city centre, to see what we can expect from this so-called 'new normal' and what it means for the pubgoing experience as a whole. Come with me, if you will!

Two weeks ago, and a week since the official reopening date for pubs, Amy and I had made a plan to spend our Sunday visiting a few pubs in the city. With pubs now operating strictly on table service and booking strongly advised, we had booked slots at a number of different venues and planned out our day accordingly. We decided to head into town about an hour in advance of our first booking to see if we could get a walk-in table and compare that with the experience of booking ahead. The location we chose for our walk-in experience was The Bell Inn.
The exterior of the Bell Inn - Picture of The Bell Inn, Nottingham ...

Dating from around 1437, The Bell is one of a trio of pubs in relatively close proximity that claim to be the oldest in the city, along with Ye Olde Salutation Inn and Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem (about which more will be said later). Sometime before 1271 Nottingham Whitefriars established a friary on what is now Friar Lane with lands that included a guesthouse on the site of what is now the Bell Inn. The building was constructed as a refectory for the monks of the monastery on Beastmarket Hill; according to dendrochronological dating of timbers, it was built around 1420. It became a secular alehouse in 1539, following the Dissolution of the Monasteries by Henry VIII, taking its name from the Angelus bell that hung outside.
The earliest known written reference to the property dates from 1638, when on the death of Robert Sherwin, a former Lord Mayor and Sheriff of Nottingham, his rights to half the rental income of the Inn were bequeathed to several churches for them to distribute to the poor of Nottingham.
John White bequeathed the freehold of the Inn to his wife Mary in 1732 and two years later she sold it to a wealthy local banker, Abel Smith. The freehold subsequently passed down the Smith family line to the politician and banker Abel Smith, in 1756, and then to Robert Smith, 1st Baron Carrington, in 1782. Jane Lart purchased the freehold from Lord Carrington in 1803 and the leasehold from the Church in 1806 combining the two legally. Under the terms of the lease she also undertook extensive repairs of the building and constructed a Georgian frontage that allowed for the preservation of the rare crown post structure to this day.
The cricketer William Clarke gave up his bricklaying job to become landlord of the Inn in 1812 before going on to marry the landlady of the Trent Bridge Inn where he established the famous Trent Bridge cricket ground.
Rioters protesting against the Reform Act gathered at the Inn on Goose Fair night 1831 and smashed the windows before going on to burn down many of the city's prominent buildings, including Nottingham Castle and Colwick Hall. Tory politician John Walters established his campaign headquarters at the Inn for the 1841 British general election and had to take refuge here when he was set upon by an angry mob in the Square.
The Charity Commission sold the Inn in 1888 to A.W. Hickling for £7,210 (equivalent to £809,070 in 2019), and it subsequently became a tied house to a brewery for the first time in its history.
Joseph Jackson bought the Inn on 21 October 1898 for £12,500 (equivalent to £1,402,680 in 2019). 
Mary Jackson succeeded her husband as proprietor in 1913 and established the famous two course Market Dinners of Stilton cheese, beef and vegetables, and a pint of Nottingham ale for one shilling. Following her death a quirk in her will meant the Inn had to go for sale by public auction.
The Inn was purchased for £26,000 (equivalent to £1,578,070 in 2019), by her youngest son Robert who in 1928 converted the stable courtyard at the rear of the premises into the café bar style Snack Bar which included a large cabinet radio gramophone and catered to the workers building the new Nottingham Council House nearby.
Robert's widow Dorothy continued the business following his death in 1934 and was joined by their son David in 1953. Extensive renovations opened up the family's first floor accommodation to public use as the clubroom (now The Belfry Restaurant).
In 1957 the Jacksons established the Presentation of the President's Tankard ceremony which takes place on the first Wednesday in November and sees the President of the University of Nottingham Students' Union receive an engraved silver tankard and a public banquet of two roasted pigs with stuffing, bread, and apple sauce. A plaque engraved with a list of all the Presidents since is on display in the snack bar
In 1982 the Inn became a Grade II listed building.
Dorothy died in 1984 and David continued running the business with his two sons Paul and Richard. Another period of renovation concluded with the extension of the Snack Bar in 1991.
The Jackson family celebrated 100 years of ownership in 1998 and the Inn was featured along with its rivals Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem Inn and Ye Olde Salutation Inn in an episode of the Channel 4 TV series History Hunters which used records, building architecture and timbers, and local legends to decide which was truly the oldest. Of the 3, it was determined that, whilst the Salutation was the oldest building, the Bell was the oldest pub. The Inn was sold to Hardys & Hansons in 2002, which was in turn sold to Greene King in 2006.
Entrance to the bars is via the central passageway, that used to lead to the stables where the Snack Bar now stands, which retains its original flagstones. To the right of the entranceway are the leprosy windows where customers supposedly had their fingers counted before being allowed to enter.
The original bars known as The Long Room (a.k.a. The Tudor Bar) and The Elizabethan Bar (a.k.a. Lizzies Bar) date back to 1437 and the original timber crown-posts and cross beams have been preserved. The Tudor Bar also features a piece of the original wallpaper amongst other historical artifacts on display. Lizzies Bar is dominated by a large stained glass window and restoration work in 2002 uncovered the original wooden floor showing evidence of where the bar was once located.
The Snack Bar was an outdoor courtyard with two wells used for brewing that was converted to its current form by Robert Jackson in 1928 and extended by his son and grandson in 1991 to include a stage for live music performances.
The original living quarters, with a bedroom and bathroom featuring two front-facing windows overlooking the Old Market Square, were opened to the public as the Clubroom by the Jackson family in 1953. The oak panelled low-beamed room which features an original fireplace now houses the former The Belfry restaurant, which itself was recently converted into a gin bar. The Crown Post Room is an extension to The Belfry that is used for private functions and features the unusual crown post roof supports. The cellars are located in natural and hand carved caves in the sandstone beneath what is now the Snack Bar and adjacent buildings. Dating back to the Norman dynasty they were excavated by the Carmelite friars and contain two wells (including the Monks Well), the site of the original kitchen where Mary Jackson prepared her Market Dinners and a well preserved bonded warehouse once used by a neighbouring wine merchant. The Cellars are opened to the public on regular guided tours but these have ceased due to the current restrictions.
Upon arrival at The Bell, the first noticeable change is the introduction of a one way entry and exit system. The entrance corridor is now only used a way out with entry through a fire door into the Tudor Bar. As we haven't booked, we ask if there is room for the 2 of us to have a drink. The pub has just opened so there is plenty of room. Before we are allowed to enter, we are required to register our details. To do this, we text a unique venue number along with a name and the number of people in our party. This number is displayed on wall poster next to the station where customers are greeted. The more technically minded may choose to scan the accompanying QR code which opens a message link to a mobile number to which the same details are sent via text. Details given, we are escorted through to the main bar area where we are offered a seat on the raised section to the rear. Each table has a triangular card placed upon it, confirming that it has been cleaned, sanitised and is ready for use. As we take our seats and soak in the atmosphere of being back in a pub for the first time in months, we notice other changes that have been made. Plastic screens have been installed on the bar top to form a barrier between staff and customers. Floor markers have been placed at specific areas informing people that standing at the bar is not allowed, except for one spot near a till which can be used by customers who wish to pay on their way out, by card or contactless payment if possible. The rear set of male toilets have been cordoned off and are now only accessible by staff. 
Before too long, a member of staff comes over to take our order. We have been presented with disposable, single-use menus as we sit down so have had time to peruse the options. The beer choice here is still good, with 2 banks of 5 handpulls. These are doubled up and offer a mix of Greene King core beers as well as guests. Our options are Abbot Ale, Greene King IPA, Nottingham Robin Hood, Nottingham EPA and Old Speckled Hen. I chose the Nottingham EPA as you can certainly do a lot worse than that for your first beer back in a pub! Amy chose Aspalls Cyder, a favourite of hers and, in the matter of a couple of minutes, our drinks are delivered directly to our table. We chose to open a tab so that we could pay as we left but it is also possible to pay as you go and Greene King also have a mobile app which allows drinks and food to be ordered and paid for instantly. What about the beer, I hear you ask? I've always rather enjoyed Nottingham EPA and this pint reminds me exactly why that is. At 4.2%, it is a hoppy and fruity golden ale with a hint of sweetness and a long-lasting bitter finish. So far, so very good! 
We enjoyed our drinks here and it felt good to be back in a pub. I think it's safe to say that we all took them for granted until we were unable to use them! After finishing our pints, we made our leave, paying as we did so and made a quick stop for the toilets. Things have changed here too. Greene King toilets are operating on a 'one in, one out' policy with wall -mounted 'traffic light' wheels mounted on either the doors or near the toilet entrance. The principle behind these is that customers use their elbows to switch the wheel from green to red upon entry to show that the toilets are occupied and then switch them back again when they leave, signifying that they are now free to use. The obvious problem with this system became apparent fairly swiftly when I swapped the wheel to red and made my way downstairs only to have to squeeze past another customer on his way out who had either forgotten to use the wheel or was unaware of the system. Still, it's a learning curve for everyone at the moment. I wondered how the staff were feeling about being back and how they were coping with the adjustments. I also wondered about whether the pub's rumoured ghostly activity had been impacted. The ghost of a man called Robert has been seen walking through the upstairs gin bar, a space shared with the apparitions of 2 men seen at a table before vanishing. The ladies toilets are, appropriately, home to a female phantom and the ghostly image of a jester has been seen lingering near the front door. Word continues to be out as to whether these shades still lurk.
We had booked for both food and drink at our next location, a personal favourite of both of ours. We wandered towards Nottingham Castle, and then down the hill to the aforementioned Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem.
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Another Grade II listed building, this legendary pub rests against Castle Rock, upon which Nottingham Castle is built and is attached to several of the city's famous caves, carved from the soft sandstone. The earliest known reference to the name "Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem" was in 1799. Before being known by its current name, it is believed that the pub was named "The Pilgrim" and references to this name date back to 1751. The current name is believed to come from the belief that pilgrims or crusaders would stop at the inn on their journey to Jerusalem. Some elements of the pub's name are misunderstood in the modern day; "Ye Olde" is properly pronounced "the old" and "trip" refers to a stop on a journey, rather than the journey itself.
Locals often use a shortened version of the name, "the Trip".
Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem is one of several pubs claiming to be the oldest in England – other pubs which claim to be the oldest include Ye Olde Salutation Inn and The Bell Inn as previously stated, and Ye Olde Fighting Cocks in St Albans, north of London.
The pub claims that it was established in 1189 AD – the year that Richard the Lionheart became king and Pope Gregory VIII called for a Third Crusade to the Holy Land; however, there is no documentation to verify this date. Evidence suggests that caves in the rock against which the pub is built were used as a brewhouse for Nottingham Castle, and may date from around the time the castle was built in 1067.
The oldest parts of the current building were likely constructed between 1650 and 1660, though a map by John Speed shows a previous building in existence in 1610. By 1751 the building was being used as an inn with the name The Pilgrim, and was shortly after that date purchased by William Standford. The first record of the use of the name Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem dates from 1799.
There was a slightly different way of doing things here, in comparison with The Bell.Upon arrival, we were greeted in the external courtyard area between the pubs main entrance and the outside seating area. We were then shown to our table which itself was in the outside seating area. A few other customers were already present and all sitting outside. The configuration of the inside of the pub, with its many tiny rooms meant that very few inside tables could be used whilst social distancing guidelines are in effect. This means the 4 small downstairs rooms and the upstairs bar space remained empty during our visit but can be used for small groups if required. We were once again issued with disposable menus to look through and I enquired as to the beers available. 5 of the pub's 8 handpulls were in use, offering Abbot Ale, Greene King IPA, Nottingham EPA, Welbeck Abbey Cavendish and Welbeck Abbey Portland Black. I went for the Cavendish and Amy once again went for Aspalls. We again set up a tab here as it made sense seeing as we were also eating here. We had a 2 hour slot booked here which meant we could see out the whole two hours or leave before our time expired and free up the table for somebody else if need be. As I had booked us in using the Greene King mobile app, we were not required to provide any further track and trace details. The Cavendish (5%) was certainly in good condition, golden in colour with a smooth, hoppy and malt mouthfeel and a lingering, hoppy, bitter finish. The food was wonderful too. Amy had fish and chips which looked perfect with light, fluffy batter, well-cooked crunchy chips, mushy peas and tartare sauce. I ordered the steak and ale pie which ended up being enormous and was served with more of the delicious chips, crunchy seasonal veg and real ale gravy. It certainly required a couple more beers to wash it down after that! The toilet trip was interesting here too. Even though the pub's toilets are located externally in an adjoining courtyard, there is a one way system in place to access them. Customers must enter the main door, loop around the bar and exit into the courtyard where the toilets are. Social distancing queue markers are in place to prevent queues bunching together. Here, I experienced the other issue with the toilet traffic light wheels. The one on the gents door here had been left on red which resulted in me queuing outside for a few minutes before I was certain nobody was in there. I rectified the issue on my way out. It was a slightly surreal experience seeing one of Nottingham's most historic and most visited pubs being so empty on a Sunday afternoon but, having spoken to our server, I was reassured that trade has been good since reopening and people seem to like being able to utilise the pub' extensive outside space. Whether people still here the ghostly screaming of Queen Isabella as her lover Roger Mortimer was dragged away or whether Mortimer himself is still heard pacing his cell within the caves despite his 1330 execution remains to be seen. In addition to this, beer gas lines have been known to mysteriously turn off of their own accord, strange noises and disembodied voices are heard and the pub's infamous 'cursed galleon', believed to result in the deaths of anyone who attempts to clean it, still remains in situ on the upstairs bar, thankfully well out of reach.

Our next location was something very different again and also somewhere that has yet to feature in these entries. Making our way into the city centre, we took a slow walk over to the Hockley area where we were we booked in at Six Barrel Drafthouse. 
Six Barrel Drafthouse, Nottingham • whatpub.com
The first of two pubs in the Six Barrel chain to be found in the city centre, the Hockley venue occupies a building that was formerly the Lord Nelson before becoming Image Bar. After many years of closure, the building was converted into its current incarnation, operated by Pub People Company and managed by a friend of mine. The Lord Nelson was a John Smiths tied pub and was licensed under A. Richardson in 1874. It used to contain a window that allowed the old well to be viewed but this is no longer visible to the public. Inside, there is bare wood flooring and the cave cellars include both a meat cellar and a barrel thrall. Decor is modern with pump clips and beer labels covering the ceiling in one area. There is a Star Wars mural in the gents toilet cubicle. The front windows face out onto the busy Hockley thoroughfare. As mentioned, we had also booked our visit here so were not required to provide further information upon entry. We were greeted and shown to our table, which we had been able to request on the online booking form through use of an attached table plan. The layout here also makes use of an extra door, with entry being through the main entrance and exit through a fire door that opens onto the street. A one way system and directional arrows prevent confusion. Glass partitions have been placed on the bar and a smaller one has been placed between 2 high tables to ensure social distancing. Once again, table service is the order of the day. On the day of our visit, 5 of the pub's 6 handpulls were occupied, with a choice of Castle Rock Harvest Pale, Black Sheep Best Bitter, Black Iris Snake Eyes, St. Austell Tribute and Lenton Lane Atlas Stout. Amy switched to lager here, favouring Hop House 13. After a moment's deliberation, I opted for Snake Eyes (3.8%), a golden-coloured ale with an intense, hoppy aroma and taste and a lingering, bitter finish. It was kept in excellent condition, that's for sure! We stayed here for a while, torn between conversation and the view outside. Another positive aspect from the day up to this point was the amount of cleaning that we witnessed. Everything was being cleaned properly and promptly and staff were constantly on hand to clean tables as soon as they became free. It's really good to see that the new guidelines are being taken so seriously. We had a 2 hour slot booked here but as it wasn't too busy, we were able to slightly overstay that in order to kill time before our final pub of the day.

We had also booked a table at our final destination, another Greene King pub and my personal favourite pub in Nottingham. After a few minutes walk to the other side of town, we arrived at the Tap & Tumbler.
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Formerly the Rutland Arms and later a Greenall's tied house, the pub became the Tap & Tumbler in the 1980s. A heavily rock and metal focused pub, it not long ago underwent a renovation to improve some of the facilities. Inside, high tables line the wall opposite the bar with booths located to the back of the room, near the jukebox and games machines. To the other side of the rear space is the pool table with the small, external smoking area in a small courtyard between the two areas. Things are again slightly different here. A one way entry and exit system is in place with the entrance through the door closer to the Theatre Royal end of the road and the exit through the neighbouring door further along. A screen has been placed along the bar top and it's clear that each member of staff has a specific job. Having booked already, we were greeted by a member of staff and again no further information was required. A second member of staff seated us at one of the high tables, in close proximity to the gents toilets. A one way system was also in place for the toilets, requiring people to do a loop of the pub through the pool room and smoking area to return to the seats. I was allowed to cheat a bit as I was sat almost next to the door to the gents. One member of staff was serving behind the bar with another on hand clean tables and toilets as often as possible. Ordering via the app was encouraged here and this we did, ordering Strongbow and Abbot Ale respectively. The Abbot Ale was excellent. They certainly know how to keep it here which is just as well as the options were Abbot and Greene King IPA from the pub's 6 handpulls. Being back at the Tap under the new regulations was unusual but still a pleasant experience. The jukebox was on but much quieter than usual, the staff were enthusiastic and pleased to see us and all staff were committed to wearing appropriate PPE in the form of both face masks and face shields as well as gloves. This is something else that we'd seen throughout the day and it's good to see that these measures are being applied. It's not even off-putting to be brought your beer by someone in a face covering. If anything it's comforting, as it shows that staff are seriousness about safety, be it theirs or a customer's. The Tap was certainly a roaring success and before long our slot was over and it was time to go home.

A few days later, prior to a soft open at one of the other pubs that I'm associated with in preparation for reopening, I found myself at a loose end prior to meeting Paul for a drink before the evening event. Having been working all day getting my own pub ready to reopen, I was pleased to see that the pub opposite had reopened it's doors. Intrigued to see what changes they had made, I made a decision to pop over and have a look. All in the name of research of course! The pub in question is The Castle.  Castle, Nottingham • whatpub.com
The Castle is a Grade II listed building, part of the same listing as Fothergills, that sits in the shadow of its namesake landmark. It is a traditional pub with a single L-shaped room that is divided into a number of smaller drinking areas. It was refurbished in February 2020 and features high bench seating, booths by the main door and a raised area to the rear. It also benefits from a good sized outside area to the side. Upon entering, I helped myself to some hand sanitiser and was greeted by a member of staff in a face shield who directed me to find a seat. I did so at a small, low table where I was handed a paper menu that both food and drink products. The menu also featured a QR code which I was instructed to scan. Doing so allowed me to register and provide details and also to access a payment system where I could order and pay for my drink. I was pleased to see that real ale was available from 2 of the 4 handpulls, offering a choice of Castle Rock Harvest Pale and Timothy Taylor Landlord. I chose the Landlord, paid  through my phone and a noise like a car horn came from somewhere behind the bar. This, it turned out, was a ticket printer synced up to the app to allow mobile ordering. Promptly, my beer was delivered and very delicious it was too! I had to have a second one in order to get the hang of the ordering system. Here, all of the staff were wearing face shields, a partition had been placed on the bar and a short one way system directed customers to the toilets. Cleaning was prevalent throughout my visit, something which we can all expect to see done more visibly going forward. Having finished my second beer, it was time for me to head off to meet Paul.
In organisation our meet up, Paul and I decided that the location for this should be somewhere that was on the way to our ultimate destination and so, with it being on the same road we would be staying on, we selected the Lincolnshire Poacher.
Lincolnshire Poacher, Nottingham: Central • whatpub.com
Located on Mansfield Road and Good Beer Guide listed, the pub was originally an 1830s beerhouse called the Old Grey Nag's Head, a name that can still be seen on some of the windows. Formerly a Shipstone's house, in 1989 the premises next door was acquired and the pub was expanded and reopened under the current name. Owned by Castle Rock, the Poacher was Nottingham CAMRA's LocAle Pub of the Year in 2015 and has been twinned with Amsterdam's In de Wildman bar for over 30 years. The pub comprises a main bar area, a comfy snug with button leather seating and wood panels and a corridor that leads to a light and airy conservatory which itself leads to an outside area with bespoke wooden beach huts and other seating. Paul and I hadn't booked when we arrived at the Poacher on the grounds that the website told us we didn't have to. Thankfully, it was correct! We were greeted upon entry, Paul provided the requisite details and we were escorted around a one way system, through the conservatory and garden and back into the pub where we seated at a scrubbed wooden table with banquette seating on one side and chairs to the other. A laminated menu was provided which also boasted a QR code which allowed customers to register with an account and order and pay for drinks. The guest beers were also included on this option, which I was pleased to see matched the beer list on the wall. Of the pub's 13 handpulls, just the 5 were in use, largely in order to prevent wastage whilst trade is slower. The 5 available choices were certainly varied, namely Castle Rock Harvest Pale, Shipstone's Original Bitter, Newby Wyke Banquo, Shiny Disco Balls and Wild Card Donut Stout. I've had the Disco Balls before so knew that it would be a good choice and I was correct. At 5..3%, this is an American style IPA with big citrus flavours and aroma. It was far too drinkable so we soon ordered more! The layout of the Poacher meant that access to the toilets involved walking around the bar and then looping all the way back through the one way system to return to the table but that still made it easier than going to the toilets in Wetherspoons. Staff here were also wearing gloves and jumping in to clean at every opportunity. A free standing perspex divider had been positioned between 2 tables that would otherwise have been too close together. The atmosphere relaxed and the service was quick and efficient. No complaints so far!

A week on from our initial foray back into pubs, Amy and I once again ventured out, this time to another of our favourite pubs, this one a bit closer to home. Having booked in advance with the intention of eating and drinking, we hopped on the tram and made our way to Wilford to visit the Ferry Inn.
Ferry Inn, Nottingham • whatpub.com
Originally a farmhouse on the south bank of the Trent, it was previously linked to the Meadows by a foot ferry (hence the pub's name). The ferry ceased operation in 1864 and was then replaced by a toll bridge in 1870. Becoming the Wilford Coffee House in the 18th century it was later a pub known as the Punch Bowl before becoming the Ferry House in 1860. Parts of the building date from the 14th century, it is Grade II listed and it was listed as an Asset of Community Value on 10th March 2016. It's seen a lot of history in its time. Some of it has also been unseen as a pesky poltergeist made its home here in the 1980s when it delighted in smashing glasses and being a nuisance until it was dutifully exorcised. Part of the Chef and Brewer branch of Greene King, The Ferry Inn is renowned for its excellent food. We've eaten here many times previously and never been disappointed. Upon arrival, a series of social distancing markers led us to the entrance to the restaurant area where a male staff member in a face shield confirmed our booking and guided us to our table in the rear of the restaurant. What was immediately noticeable was that certain tables had been taken out of use and were designated as such, due to the need for parties to be a specific distance apart. Once again, a disposable menu was brought to us. On this occasion, we opted to order drinks through the Greene King app and our food face-to-face with our server. In terms of beer choice, 2 of the 4 handpulls were in use, with a choice between Greene King IPA and Abbot Ale. Abbot was the option for me and Aspalls for Amy. Once again, we were both very impressed by the speed of the service and the friendliness and helpfulness of the staff. The beer was also very good. I've never had a bad pint of beer in The Ferry and that still holds true. Food-wise, we polished off a steak (Amy) and a mixed grill (me) before we sat back feeling very full and nursing our pints. I made a mistake with the toilets and forgot to turn the red back to green when I was done. If anything, that just prove that it's a work in progress and very easily done. Training people to break their habits will undoubtedly be the hardest part of this return to faux normality.

So, all in all, what's the verdict on the new way of doing things? How does this extra cautious, more regulated new normal compare to the pub culture that we're all so familiar with? In all honesty, I think I prefer it. Not only are we back to focusing on the little things in order to get the big things right, but it forces people to provide the customer service that they should have been providing from the start. You're much more likely to get a seat, there's no shuffling through people to get to the bar, no frustrating queues to get served, no worrying about people queue jumping. There will also be a necessary decrease in the kind of binge drinking and lad/ladette culture that has tarred everyone with the same brush over the years. People will have to behave and their group sizes will be significantly smaller and more manageable. The atmosphere of the new normal, despite the events that brought us to it, is much more relaxed and can be better controlled. Everybody knows the rules and is by and large going to stick by them. Finally then, some advice for those of you yet to return to the pubs or who are preparing to do just that. Please lower your expectations. Things won't be the same as you remember so don't feel hard done by if you think things were better before. Book a table in advance. It guarantees you a seat, it's easy and it's quick. Be kind. Staff are just as new to this as you are so please don't give them attitude if you think they're not going fast enough or they've made a mistake. Respect our pubs. We all missed them so let's look after them and they'll look after you. And lastly, perhaps most importantly, please be patient. It's nobody's fault that this happened. We're all adjusting. Let's adjust together and make sure we're all having a best a time as we can under the circumstances. Abide by the rules, keep calm and wash your hands. Is this the way forward? Can we live with a European style cafe culture and Americanised, customer centric service? Based on what I've seen so far, there's only one answer. Yes. Absolutely.