Thursday, February 24, 2022

A Lot to Love in Liverpool

 Greetings! Welcome to the first blog entry of 2022. My apologies again for the protracted gap. Things always get busier around the festive season but eventually start to settle down around this time. My hope is to continue to update on excursions as often as possible, particularly now that, in a pandemic sense at least, things seem to be returning to something resembling normality (impending World War Three notwithstanding). The first foray out of the new year in some ways resembles the last entry of 2021, in that it involved a trip of a few days to a destination far from home, where pub exploration was squeezed in amongst tourist stops and sight seeing. Just over two weeks ago, Amy and I headed away for my birthday (sobs gently in old). The destination this time was a place that I once visited 16 years ago, whilst perusing university options, and which Amy had never visited despite familial connections on her dad's side. We would be spending 3 days and nights in the fair city of Liverpool.

Liverpool is a city and metropolitan borough in Merseyside. With a population of 498,042 in 2019, it is the tenth largest English district by population, and its metropolitan area is the fifth largest in the United Kingdom with a population of 2.24 million. Liverpool is also the core centre for the wider Liverpool City Region. Situated on the eastern side of the Mersey Estuary, Liverpool historically lay within the ancient hundred of West Derby in the county of Lancashire. It became a borough in 1207, a city in 1880, and a county borough independent of the newly-created Lancashire County Council in 1889. Its growth as a major port was paralleled by the expansion of the city throughout the Industrial Revolution. Along with general cargo, freight, and raw materials such as coal and cotton, merchants were involved in the slave trade. In the 19th century, Liverpool was a major port of departure for English and Irish emigrants to North America. It was also home to both the Cunard and White Star Lines, and was the port of registry of the ocean liners RMS Titanic, RMS Lusitania, RMS Queen Mary, and RMS Olympic.

In 2019, Liverpool was the fifth most visited UK city. It is noted for its culture, architecture, and transport links. The city is closely associated with the arts, especially music; the popularity of the Beatles, widely regarded as the most influential band of all time, led to it becoming a tourist destination. Liverpool has continued to be the home of numerous notable musicians and record labels—musicians from the city have released 56 No. 1 hit singles, more than any other city in the world. The city also has a long-standing reputation for producing countless actors and actresses, artists, athletes, comedians, journalists, novelists, and poets. Liverpool has the second highest number of art galleries, national museums, listed buildings, and listed parks in the UK; only the capital, London, has more. The former Liverpool Maritime Mercantile City includes the Pier Head, Albert Dock, and William Brown Street. In sports, the city is best known for being the home of Premier League football teams Liverpool FC and Everton FC, with matches between the two rivals being known as the Merseyside derby. The annual Grand National horse race takes place at Aintree Racecourse.

Several areas of Liverpool city centre carried World Heritage Site status from 2004 until 2021, and the city's vast collection of parks and open spaces has been described as the "most important in the country" by England's Register of Historic Parks and Gardens of Special Historic Interest. Its status as a port city historically attracted a diverse population from a wide range of cultures, primarily Ireland, Norway, and Wales. It is also home to the oldest black community in the UK and the oldest Chinese community in Europe. Natives of Liverpool (and some longtime residents) are formally referred to as "Liverpudlians" but are more often called "Scousers" in reference to Scouse, a local stew made popular by sailors in the city, which is also the most common name for the local accent and dialect. The city celebrated its 800th anniversary in 2007 and was named the 2008 European Capital of Culture, which it shared with the Norwegian city of Stavanger, and its status as the European Capital of Culture has been credited with kickstarting its economic renaissance.

The name comes from the Old English lifer, meaning thick or muddy water, and pōl, meaning a pool or creek, and is first recorded around 1190 as Liuerpul. According to the Cambridge Dictionary of English Place-Names, "The original reference was to a pool or tidal creek now filled up into which two streams drained". The place appearing as Leyrpole, in a legal record of 1418, may also refer to Liverpool. Other origins of the name have been suggested, including "elverpool", a reference to the large number of eels in the Mersey. The adjective "Liverpudlian" was first recorded in 1833.

Although the Old English origin of the name Liverpool is beyond dispute, claims are sometimes made that the name Liverpool is of Welsh origin, but these are without foundation. The Welsh name for Liverpool is Lerpwl, from a former English local form Leerpool. This is a reduction of the form “Leverpool” with the loss of the intervocalic [v] (seen in other English names and words e.g. Daventry (Northamptonshire) > Danetry, never-do-well > ne’er-do-well).

In the nineteenth century, some Welsh publications used the name “Lle’r Pwll” (“(the) place (of) the pool”), a reinterpretation of Lerpwl, probably in the belief that “Lle’r Pwll” was the original form.

Another name, which is widely known even today, is Llynlleifiad, again a nineteenth-century coining. “Llyn” is pool, but “lleifiad” has no obvious meaning. Professor G. Melville Richards (1910‐1973), a pioneer of scientific toponymy in Wales, in “Place Names of North Wales”, does not attempt to explain it beyond noting that “lleifiad” is used as a Welsh equivalent of “Liver”.

A derivative form of a learned borrowing into Welsh (*llaf) of Latin lāma (slough, bog, fen) to give “lleifiad” is possible, but unproven.

King John's letters patent of 1207 announced the foundation of the borough of Liverpool. By the middle of the 16th century, the population was still around 500. The original street plan of Liverpool is said to have been designed by King John near the same time it was granted a royal charter, making it a borough. The original seven streets were laid out in an H shape: Bank Street (now Water Street), Castle Street, Chapel Street, Dale Street, Juggler Street (now High Street), Moor Street (now Tithebarn Street) and Whiteacre Street (now Old Hall Street).

In the 17th century there was slow progress in trade and population growth. Battles for control of the town were waged during the English Civil War, including an eighteen-day siege in 1644. In 1699, the same year as its first recorded slave ship, Liverpool Merchant, set sail for Africa, Liverpool was made a parish by Act of Parliament, although arguably the legislation of 1695 that reformed the Liverpool council was of more significance to its subsequent development. Since Roman times, the nearby city of Chester on the River Dee had been the region's principal port on the Irish Sea. However, as the Dee began to silt up, maritime trade from Chester became increasingly difficult and shifted towards Liverpool on the neighbouring River Mersey.

As trade from the West Indies, including sugar, surpassed that of Ireland and Europe, and as the River Dee continued to silt up, Liverpool began to grow with increasing rapidity. The first commercial wet dock was built in Liverpool in 1715. Substantial profits from the slave trade and tobacco helped the town to prosper and rapidly grow, although several prominent local men, including William Rathbone, William Roscoe and Edward Rushton, were at the forefront of the local abolitionist movement.

By the start of the 19th century, a large volume of trade was passing through Liverpool, and the construction of major buildings reflected this wealth. In 1830, Liverpool and Manchester became the first cities to have an intercity rail link, through the Liverpool and Manchester Railway. The population continued to rise rapidly, especially during the 1840s when Irish migrants began arriving by the hundreds of thousands as a result of the Great Famine.

In her poem "Liverpool" (1832), which celebrates the city's worldwide commerce, Letitia Elizabeth Landon refers specifically to the Macgregor Laird expedition to the Niger River, at that time in progress.

Britain was a major market for cotton imported from the Deep South of the United States, which fed the textile industry in the country. Given the crucial place cotton held in the city's economy, during the American Civil War Liverpool was, in the words of historian Sven Beckert, "the most pro-Confederate place in the world outside the Confederacy itself."

For periods during the 19th century, the wealth of Liverpool exceeded that of London, and Liverpool's Custom House was the single largest contributor to the British Exchequer. Liverpool was the only British city ever to have its own Whitehall office.

In the early 19th century, Liverpool played a major role in the Antarctic sealing industry, in recognition of which Liverpool Beach in the South Shetland Islands is named after the city.

As early as 1851 the city was described as "the New York of Europe". During the late 19th and early 20th centuries, Liverpool was attracting immigrants from across Europe. This resulted in the construction of a diverse array of religious buildings in the city for the new ethnic and religious groups, many of which are still in use today. The Deutsche Kirche Liverpool, Greek Orthodox Church of St Nicholas, Gustav Adolf Church and Princes Road Synagogue were all established in the 1800s to serve Liverpool's growing German, Greek, Nordic and Jewish communities, respectively. One of Liverpool's oldest surviving churches, St. Peter's Roman Catholic Church, served the Polish community in its final years as a place of worship.

The postwar period after the Great War was marked by social unrest, as society grappled with the massive war losses of young men, as well as trying to integrate veterans into the economy. Union organising and strikes took place in numerous locations, including police strikes in London among the Metropolitan Police. Numerous colonial soldiers and sailors from Africa and India, who had served with the UK, settled in Liverpool and other port cities. In June 1919 they were subject to attack by whites in racial riots; residents in the port included Swedish immigrants, and both groups had to compete with native people from Liverpool for jobs and housing. In this period, race riots also took place in Cardiff, Newport and Barry, and there had been incidents in Glasgow, South Shields, London, Hull and Salford.

The Housing Act 1919 resulted in mass council housing being built across Liverpool during the 1920s and 1930s. Thousands of families were relocated from the inner-city to new suburban housing estates, based on the belief that this would improve their standard of living, though this is largely subjective. Numerous private homes were also built during this era. During the Great Depression of the early 1930s, unemployment peaked at around 30% in the city.

Liverpool was the site of Britain's first provincial airport, operating from 1930. During the Second World War, the critical strategic importance of Liverpool was recognised by both Hitler and Churchill. The city was heavily bombed by the Germans, suffering a blitz second only to London's. The pivotal Battle of the Atlantic was planned, fought and won from Liverpool.

The Luftwaffe made 80 air raids on Merseyside, killing 2,500 people and causing damage to almost half the homes in the metropolitan area. Significant rebuilding followed the war, including massive housing estates and the Seaforth Dock, the largest dock project in Britain. Much of the immediate reconstruction of the city centre has been deeply unpopular. It was as flawed as much subsequent town planning renewal in the 1950s and 1960s. The historic portions of the city that had survived German bombing suffered extensive destruction during urban renewal. Since 1952 Liverpool has been twinned with Cologne, Germany, a city which also suffered severe aerial bombing during the war.

A significant West Indian black community has existed in the city since the first two decades of the 20th century. Like most British cities and industrialised towns, Liverpool became home to a significant number of Commonwealth immigrants, beginning after World War I with colonial soldiers and sailors who had served in the area. More immigrants arrived after World War II, mostly settling in older inner-city areas such as Toxteth, where housing was less expensive. The black population of Liverpool was recorded at 1.90% in 2011.

The construction of suburban public housing expanded after the Second World War. Some of the older inner-city areas were redeveloped for new homes.

In the 1960s Liverpool was the centre of the "Merseybeat" sound, which became synonymous with the Beatles and fellow Liverpudlian rock bands. Influenced by American rhythm and blues and rock music, they also in turn strongly affected American music for years and were internationally popular. The Beatles became internationally known in the early 1960s and performed for years together; they were the most commercially successful and musically influential band in popular history. Their co-founder, singer, and composer John Lennon was killed in New York City in 1980. Liverpool airport was renamed after him in 2002, the first British airport to be named in honour of an individual.

Previously part of Lancashire, and a county borough from 1889, Liverpool in 1974 became a metropolitan borough within the newly created metropolitan county of Merseyside.

From the mid-1970s onwards, Liverpool's docks and traditional manufacturing industries declined due to restructuring of shipping and heavy industry, causing massive losses of jobs. The advent of containerisation meant that the city's docks became largely obsolete, and dock workers were thrown out of jobs. By the early 1980s unemployment rates in Liverpool were among the highest in the UK, standing at 17% by January 1982. This was about half the level of unemployment that had affected the city during the Great Depression 50 years previously.

In the later 20th century, Liverpool's economy began to recover. Since the mid-1990s the city has enjoyed growth rates higher than the national average.

At the end of the 20th century, Liverpool was concentrating on regeneration, a process that continues today.

To celebrate the Golden Jubilee of Elizabeth II in 2002, the conservation charity Plantlife organised a competition to choose county flowers; the sea-holly was Liverpool's final choice.

Capitalising on the popularity of 1960s rock groups, such as the Beatles, as well as the city's world-class art galleries, museums and landmarks, tourism has also become a significant factor in Liverpool's economy.

In 2004, property developer Grosvenor started the Paradise Project, a £920 m development based on Paradise Street. This produced the most significant changes to Liverpool's city centre since the post-war reconstruction. Renamed 'Liverpool ONE,' the centre opened in May 2008.

In 2007, the city celebrated the 800th anniversary of the founding of the borough of Liverpool, for which a number of events were planned. Liverpool was designated as a joint European Capital of Culture for 2008. The main celebrations, in September 2008, included the erection of La Princesse, a large mechanical spider 20 metres high and weighing 37 tonnes, and represents the "eight legs" of Liverpool: honour, history, music, the Mersey, the ports, governance, sunshine and culture. La Princesse roamed the streets of the city during the festivities, and concluded by entering the Queensway Tunnel.

Spearheaded by the multi-billion-pound Liverpool ONE development, regeneration has continued through to the start of the early 2010s. Some of the most significant redevelopment projects include new buildings in the Commercial District, the King's Dock, Mann Island, the Lime Street Gateway, the Baltic Triangle, the RopeWalks, and the Edge Lane Gateway. All projects could be eclipsed by the Liverpool Waters scheme, which if built will cost in the region of £5.5billion and be one of the largest megaprojects in the UK's history. Liverpool Waters is a mixed-use development planned to contain one of Europe's largest skyscraper clusters. The project received outline planning permission in 2012, despite fierce opposition from such groups as UNESCO, which claimed that it would adversely affect Liverpool's World Heritage status.

In June 2014, Prime Minister David Cameron launched the International Festival for Business in Liverpool, the world's largest business event in 2014, and the largest in the UK since the Festival of Britain in 1951. In July 2021, Liverpool lost its World Heritage status, UNESCO citing the Bramley-Moore Dock Stadium and Liverpool Waters projects as not being in keeping with a World Heritage site.


We arrived in this fine city, by train, on a cold and brisk Wednesday afternoon and immediately set about finding our hotel and getting our bearings. Our base for our stay was a Travelodge located a short walk from Lime Street station and adjacent to the Birkenhead tunnel, and also conveniently close to a couple of pubs, which happened completely by accident of course! We checked in, spent an hour or so 'de-training' and getting rid of our travel stress before we decided to head out and begin exploring. Our first evening would be spent finding our way around, visiting a couple of pubs and exploring some of the city's more famous areas. It was certainly time for a pint by now and the pub we could see from the window looked very inviting for our first stop. Our exploration of Liverpool would begin at the Good Beer Guide listed Excelsior.


Named after a sailing ship (definitely not our campsite at Download Festival), the pub is adjacent to what were formerly the offices of Higson's Brewery, who swapped another pub with Walkers in order to own this one. The pub sits on a street corner and there are entrances at both sides, which lead into a three room layout with the bar at the centre. The pub is tastefully decorated, with decor that references exploration and sailing. A map is painted onto one of the tables and the lighting is refurbished gas burner lamps (now switched to electric bulbs) on walls and ceilings. The larger main room is split into two smaller areas which features banquette seating and scrubbed tables. To the rear is a split level snug-like space which features a television and dartboard. The bar is three sided with 6 handpulls, split into two banks of three. There were some interesting options available for our first Liverpool pint: Ossett White Rat, Timothy Taylor Landlord, Liverpool Brewing Pale Ale, Salopian Shropshire Gold, Ossett Silver King and Salopian Lemon Dream. I was surprised to see Ossett in this part of the country, but would get used to seeing it throughout the trip, so opted for the Silver King (4.3%) whilst Amy went for White Rat (4%). We took our pints into the snug area and sat at a table underneath the windows whilst we enjoyed the beer and our surroundings. The Silver King is an American style pale ale brewed with Cascade hops. The result is crisp, dry and refreshing with a citrus aroma and a balanced bitterness. It was in great condition and went down a treat. Unfortunately, Amy wasn't keen on the White Rat, which did taste like it was close to the end of the barrel but looked clear enough. Still, it can't be helped. Beer runs out and goes off eventually but we weren't too perturbed. The Excelsior in general had been a welcoming and comfortable place to start out tour, enhanced in no small measure by German Shepherd Kasia, who was very pleased to see us and couldn't wait to say hello!

We now decided to make our way to a legendary area of the city and one that we weren't staying too far from. Mathew Street, home of the legendary Cavern Club and associated in no small part with one of (if not the) most influential bands of all time, the Beatles. As we had a museum visit booked the following day, we thought it made sense to do a bit of recon of the area to make sure we knew where we were going. A few minutes later, having already been absorbed into the atmosphere of the place, we were there.


 The Cavern Club itself is a mecca for music fans and we didn't want to miss out. Having paid the entry fee, we spent a not inconsiderable amount of time completely enraptured by the music memorabilia and the feel of music history seeping from every brick. Brian May's guitar from Queen's first ever gig? Seen it and got the photos. Pete Best's signed drum skin? Ditto. Visiting the Cavern Club was the closest I think I've ever come to a religious experience. Whilst there was no real ale available, Maltsmith's IPA was available in keg form which was a plus. Whilst at the Cavern, we were treated to live music from local musicians. The place was very busy, which I assume is a daily thing, so it was standing room only but we did manage to eventually get a table and join in with the rousing singalongs. There was also a nice bit of serendipity when we found out that the date of our visit, February 9th, as well as being my birthday, marked the anniversary of the Beatles first performance at the Cavern in 1961. Interestingly, this isn't the original incarnation of the Cavern Club. The original entrance, and rooms above, was previously a few doors down Mathew Street but were demolished to make room for the ventilation shaft for an underground railway that, ironically, was never built. The original entrance now acts as an emergency exit and now effectively exists behind a brick wall at the back of the building. If the stories are to be believed, something otherworldly is here too. A ghost was reported to have haunted the venue when it first opened as a jazz club in the 1950s and there have been reports of a strange green glow accompanied by the apparent apparition of a pink-haired girl in 60s era clothing and Doc Martens. Who she is and why she appears is a mystery. 

We stayed at the Cavern a while longer before deciding that we should find somewhere to eat. Emerging into what was now darkness, we headed along to explore the Albert Dock area, where I had earmarked a place I wanted to try for food. We would explore the area more thoroughly in daylight the following day so enjoyed an excellent meal at Smugglers Cove, a pirate themed restaurant specialising in rum cocktails and amazing food. I tried traditional scouse for the first time and loved it and Amy ordered a cocktail that came out on fire. Food in our bellies, we decided we had time to squeeze in a couple more pubs before the night was done. Heading away from the dock, and the wind, we made our way past the main shopping area and to an area called Campbell's Square, where we found our next location: Bridewell.


Dating from around 1850, this Grade II listed building takes its name and its appearance from the fact that it was formerly a local police lockup or 'bridewell'. To the front, an enclosed courtyard seating space that was formerly the entrance to the jail, gives way to a short flight of steps up to the main door. The entrance area contains the bar with a small seating area of tables and sofas immediately opposite, where there is also a television. This would have previously been the area where prisoners were checked in. The old cells are still in situ and now all used as seating areas, with the original doors still in place although thankfully left open. The cells have had heating and lighting added, but still retain the original high windows, and run off of a central corridor which runs to the rear, where the last two cells have made way for the toilets. The pub is Good Beer Guide listed which boded very well, as did the presence of 5 handpulls on the bar. Our options here were Bragdy Conwy Welsh Pale, Kirkstall Pale Ale, Purple Moose Glaslyn and Titanic Plum Porter, with the 5th handpull given over to Lilley's Rhubarb Cider. I opted for the Glaslyn (4.2%) from Porthmadog based Purple Moose. This is a refreshing amber ale, light and malty with hop aromas, good mouthfeel and a slightly, chewy finish. Amy opted for a soft drink as we were both feeling quite full from dinner. Something about consuming delicious beer in an old prison cell added to the whole experience and we really liked the time we spent here. I would certainly recommend it if you're in the area, or even if you're not.

We were flagging slightly by this stage, due largely to a combination of hearty food and a considerable amount of walking, so resolved to head back to the hotel. On the way, I wanted to make one more stop off, this time at a venue considered the most haunted pub in Liverpool. As it was on our main route back, we made the effort to stop by The Slaughterhouse.


Located on Fenwick Street, the pub's unusual name comes from local tales associated with a previous landlord, who was also a butcher. This is a venue on two levels. The first floor is a standard pub, with a comedy club occupying the basement space. The main entrance leads to small corridor that leads to two staircases, allowing access to both areas. A confession: I knew going in that real ale was not available here but, as I'm a sucker for a good ghost story, I wanted to experience the atmosphere of the place. The first floor bar area features exposed beams, white washed walls and wooden floors and furniture. Actual sawdust used to cover the floor at one stage in its history. One long bar takes up the entirety of the wall opposite the entrance staircase. There are tales of shadowy figures fleetingly spotted in the bar area, with the majority of the activity taking place in the downstairs comedy club with apparitions regularly spotted and poltergeist activity, particularly movement and smashing of glasses, accompanied by objects randomly disappearing. It's an odd place and there is certainly a strange air to the atmosphere. Despite the lack of ale, I managed to find a decent drink in the form of a not unpleasant pint of Guinness. Our first night in Liverpool had been a moderate success. What would the following days bring?

Our second day dawned colder and much windier than the previous day and with more than a hint of rain in the air. We had a couple of things planned for the early part of the day so, following breakfast at a local independent cafe, we retraced our steps from the day before and visited the Beatles Museum on Mathew Street, followed by a stroll back down to the riverside to explore the dock area more fully as well as visit the Maritime Museum. Both museums were excellent so, having battled biting cold and ferocious gusts of wind, it was certainly time for a beer. Luckily for us, the Royal Albert Dock is equipped for such eventualities. Located almost at the end of one of the docks is The Pumphouse.



 The pumphouse building itself was built in 1874 and featured the first steam driven hydraulic system in the city. Converted into a pub in 1984 and boasting a listed pump tower, the premises is now operated by Greene King. Internally, there are 3 levels with a main bar area downstairs, stairs leading to an upper section that overlooks the dockside through long windows and a further area above with alcove seating and a corridor/mezzanine space that leads to the toilets. Despite being part of the Greene King estate, there is clearly some flexibility in terms of real ale as 8 of the 10 hand pumps were in use when we dropped in out of the wind. Whilst 4 of these were doubled up Greene King IPA and Abbot Ale, the rest were occupied by guest beers from local breweries, specifically Big Bog Padi, Liverpool Pale Ale, Big Bog Hinkypunk and Rock the Boat (Sittin' On) the Dock. I'd never had a Big Bog beer before so thought I'd give the Hinkypunk a go. At 4.1%, this is a golden ale with citrus aromas, a slight sweetness and a satisfying bitter finish. Big Bog started life in Wales but moved to a custom-built brewhouse in Speke in 2016. The beer is excellent so things clearly worked out alright! Amy ordered a cider and we went and sat on a round table upstairs near to the mezzanine space whilst we got our breath back. I was pleasantly surprised by the quality of the beer and pub in general. The decoration is nautically themed and features ropes, winches and other associated paraphernalia. It's always nice to see a pub run by a big pubco that allows local beers and breweries, or guest beers in general, to get more of a look in.

It was time for a bit more exploring now and, after a quick perusal of the nearby shopping centre, we embarked on a trek to see Liverpool Anglican Cathedral. It's mightily impressive and I genuinely hadn't realised the scale of it, despite it being clearly visible as it looms over the city from the highest point. Time for an occasional series called Cathedral Facts: Liverpool Cathedral is the largest cathedral in the UK and the 5th largest in the world. It boasts the highest and heaviest peal of bells in the world and also has the highest gothic arches in the world and all of it was designed by the same man that designed the red telephone box. It was definitely worth the walk to see the whole thing up close! After so much walking already today, we felt that more sitting down was required to round the day out. Luckily enough, we happened to be a short walk away from several highly regarded drinking venues, including some bonafide Liverpool institutions. Retracing our steps slightly from the cathedral mount, we crossed the road and headed down onto Roscoe Street. A short walk away, on the left, was our next stop. Time to turn our attention to The Grapes.


Known as the 'little Grapes' to avoid confusion with The Grapes on Mathew Street, this former Mellors Brewery pub dates back to 1804 and still features the original Mellors Brewery sign. Inside is a two room layout featuring a larger room behind the bar with pew-style seating. The bar itself sits in the smaller lounger style space which can be accessed through a door on either side of the pub. A refurbishment in 2016 added an extension to the rear which has increased the size and there is also a partly sheltered patio space above the extension, accessed via a staircase. The relatively small bar is well served by 9 handpulls, 8 of which were in use during our visit. Our options for beer were Rock the Boat Liverpool Light, Marble Manchester Bitter, Neptune Galene, Neptune Triton, Chapter Fossil Dinner, Cwrw Lal Pothole Porter and Rock the Boat Amber Sub. The final hand pump was reserved for a cider, in this case Seacider's Medium Dry. I went for the Galene, a 4.3% session IPA from Maghull based Neptune. The beer is unfined so pours naturally hazy, which I'm fine with, and is brewed with Azacca, Amarillo and Citra to give a fruity, tropical flavour. Amy ordered a cider and we sat on a low bench near the bar, once again recovering from the walk and weather. The Grapes is a cosy, street-corner local and there were a few people already in there when we arrived but it was by no means full. There is a classic charm about this place with relatively untouched features, local photos and bric-a-brac as well as a book case proffering leaflets about local events. The beer is excellent which is reflected in the pub's inclusion in the Good Beer Guide. 

Our next stop was an absolute must and a place that any lover of good beer should add to their list and make the effort to get to when in Liverpool. Leaving the Grapes, we turned left and continued down Roscoe Street, crossing the main road to where it continues on the other side. It wouldn't have been a trip to Liverpool without a visit to the Roscoe Head.



One of the legendary 'Famous Five' pubs to have appeared in every edition of the Good Beer Guide, the Roscoe Head is named after locally born abolitionist William Roscoe and has been run by members of the same family for over 30 years. The pub made headlines in recent years as the current landlord fought a lengthy legal battle against both Punch Taverns and New River Retail to prevent the pub being sold. After 5 years, the battle was finally one and Carol became the official owner of the lease, meaning the pub is at long last safe from development and will continue to prosper. This is not a large pub but is immensely popular. Even on a Thursday afternoon, the pub was full. The interior features a multi roomed layout around a small central bar. A lounge is to the right of the entrance with a smaller vault opposite. Another room is located to the rear and there is a small corridor with access to the toilets. The small bar features 6 handpulls, 5 of which were operational when we stopped in. Our options here were Timothy Taylor Landlord, Tetley Bitter, Ossett White Rat, Thornbridge Lord Marples and Brass Castle Starlight. I swung for the White Rat (4%) this time around and it was in perfect condition. White Rat is a very pale ale hopped with Cascade, Colombus and Amarillo hops for an intensely aromatic and resinous finish. We managed to squeeze ourselves into the vault and find two stools on which to perch at the bar. It's really good news and, no doubt, a massive relief to the local community, that the future of the Roscoe Head has been secured. The success of Carol's campaign proves that pub closures are not inevitable and communities really can step in and save their beloved locals. Long may the Roscoe Head success continue!

As painful as it was to leave the Roscoe, another landmark Liverpool pub stood not too far away. Whereas the Roscoe Head is noted for its excellent beer, our next destination is renowned for its decor. Continuing down Roscoe Street, we made our way over to Hope Street and the magnificent Philharmonic Dining Rooms.



Now part of the Nicholson's estate, this Grade I listed building was designed for Robert Cain and built between 1898 and 1900. Stone-built and with a slate roof the overall layout is a mixture of two and three storeys with both an attic and a cellar. It was previously a gentleman's club and the feel from those days is still in the retained features, including stained glass windows, wood panelling and stucco ceilings. This is the only Grade I listed pub in Liverpool and one of only a handful in the country. The ornate interior carries across all 5 floors with the ground floor decorated like a traditional music hall to reflect the proximity of the Philharmonic Hall (situated opposite and from where the venue takes its name). The ground floor is split into a number of areas with the bar immediately behind the entrance. There are twin lounges opposite, named after the composers Brahms and Liszt respectively and a large drinking and dining space beyond which features marble statues on the ceiling, copper panels, mosaics and designs in mahogany and glass. The main entrance is fronted by art deco gates. Of particular interest and fascination are the gents toilets which are constructed from rose coloured marble. Female visitors are welcome to visit the gents to see for themselves! But what of the beer? 10 handpulls are mounted on the horseshoe shaped bar with 8 of these in use during our visit. With this being a Nicholson's pub, the beers featured come from their core and guest portfolio. The choices were Sharp's Doom Bar, Nicholson's Pale Ale, Black Sheep Best Bitter, Dark Star Hophead, Timothy Taylor Landlord, Wainwright, Titanic Plum Porter and Fuller's London Pride. I went for the London Pride, Amy went with cider and we carried our pints through to the seating area, which was also very busy, seemingly with post-work groups, although we were able to find a table under one of the ornate windows, next to a plaque commemorating a performance by a young Paul McCartney. We'd already made the decision to eat here as we're big fans of Nicholson's pies so we promptly ordered food and took a moment to absorb the sheer feat of architecture in which we found ourselves. The beer was in great condition and it was certainly easy to see why this place is a tourist attraction, even for the non pubgoer. 

Following the delicious pies and beer, we made a plan to visit one more pub before making our way back towards the hotel and potentially find another pub in which we could watch the Liverpool v Leicester game later that evening. Our next location would see us taking a short trip over the road to a place that could not have been further down the spectrum from the opulence of the Philharmonic. Next up the Pen Factory.




This Good Beer Guide listed basement bistro style bar is next door to the Everyman Theatre and in the shadow of the Catholic Cathedral, known colloquially as 'Paddy's Wigwam'. Opened in 2015, the layout is open-plan with a wood burning stove as well as a small rear garden. Accessed down stairs from the street outside, the interior is large and modern with exposed ceiling ductwork and low tables and chairs throughout. The bar is a cafe-style long white rectangle along one side of the room. As well as a wide range of spirits, hot drinks and cakes, there are also 6 handpulls. At the time of our visit, one of these hosted Lilley's Cheeky Pig cider with the other 5 providing beers, in the shape of Titanic Plum Porter, Titanic Steerage, Kirkstall Pale, Mallinsons Ella and Oakham Citra. Regular readers of this blog will know of my fondness for Citra so my decision was made on the spot. Amy selected a can of Tiny Rebel's Clwb Tropica from the fridge behind the bar and we took a seat at a table a short distance away. It's refreshing to see more modern venues stepping up to the mark by not just offering real ale but taking the time and effort to look after it properly. The Citra was spot on. 

There was one other pub I hand in mind for the end of the evening and it just so happened to also be showing the football. Wending our way back towards our accommodation, we ventured over to Old Post Office Place and the conveniently named Old Post Office.



No prizes for guessing where this pub gets its name! Situated opposite a school, the Old Post Office has a roughly square footprint with a central front door and another entrance on one corner. The bar is large and central and serves an area of seating, in the form of both high and low tables and chairs, spread around it. There is further seating through an archway to one side, which also leads to the gents toilets, with the ladies around the opposite side. The front area is slightly split level with a small set of steps leading from one area to another. Two handpulls sit on one side of the bar offering, on this occasion Wychwood Hobgoblin Ruby and Hobgoblin Gold. A number of TVs are located throughout the space, which is handy for the football. At first glance, this seems an odd place to visit given the sheer number of pubs in Liverpool that would be showing the football. However, this particular place has a gruesome story attached to an upstairs room. Legend states that something 'unspeakable' resides in one of the rooms above the pub, which is consequently kept permanently locked. What exactly 'it' is, nobody knows for sure but the story goes that one man who tried to peer through the keyhole into the room beyond was so terrified that he went irreversibly insane. As a direct result of this, as well as the door being permanently locked, the keyhole has been sealed up. What, if any, truth there is to this tale, it's certainly compelling. As was the football, which saw Liverpool deservedly run out 2-0 winners and ended our second evening on a high. 

Day 3 in Liverpool was noticeably less windy and slightly warmer, with the sun deciding to make an appearance. This all boded very well for our first activity of the day: a tour of Anfield stadium. This was, without doubt, one of the non-pub highlights of the entire trip and was, by turns, educational, exciting and emotional. Following our taxi journey back to the hotel, we took a few minutes to collect our thoughts, drop off some purchases and come up with a plan for the day. We had a ghost walk booked for the evening so in the meantime decided that we may as well tick off a few more pubs. We began close to the hotel. Making our way down nearby Dale Street, we arrived at our first stop of the day. Day 3's drinking began at the Good Beer Guide listed Thomas Rigby's.


A Grade II listed building, the pub is named after a local wine and spirits merchant and operated by Isle of Mann based brewery Okell's. Inside is a multi-roomed layout with snug like areas opposite a timber bar that takes up the majority of one wall. The seating is traditional scrubbed wood tables and chairs. A staircase opposite the bar leads down to the toilets. The bar features 6 handpulls which, during our visit, were offering the following: Okell's Bitter, Rock the Boat Fab Four, Kirkstall Three Swords, Ossett White Rat, Ossett Butterley and Rock the Boat Yellow Submarine. I couldn't resist a Beatles-themed beer so went with the Fab Four (4.4%, because of course it is), a dry hopped IPA from Crosby based Rock the Boat. Brewed with Admiral, Flyer, Target and Cascade hops, it's a great example of the style. Very sessionable and fruity but with a good bitterness and clean finish. We found a table under a small TV in a snug like area and our timing turned out to be impeccable as the pub started to fill with workers on their Friday lunch break. Our Friday had certainly started well!

As well as serving great beer, Thomas Rigby's has a courtyard to the rear for outside drinking with the added bonus that this is shared with another pub that sits directly behind. Being in such close proximity, it would have been positively rude not to visit the Lady of Mann.


The sister pub to Thomas Rigby's, the Lady of Mann shares the same ownership and the same staff and is named after the eponymous ferry. This is a more open plan pub than its sibling, with exposed beams and woodwork that lend the venue a rustic feel. The bar is small and tucked to one side and there are TVs in each of the small areas. 3 handpulls sit on the bar with 2 of them available during our stay. The choices were between Okell's Bitter and Ossett White Rat and, trying not to repeat beers if possible, I went for the Okell's. We were served by the same member of staff who had served us in the pub next door which led to a brief sense of deja vu as we made our way to a table tucked to one side of the larger half of the pub. Okell's Bitter was a beer I'd never tried but I'm glad I broke my duck. This is a 3.7% traditional bitter with malty and fruity aromas in the initial whiff and hops and caramel flavours in the middle. The bitterness falls off at the end which leads to a rounded finish. Perhaps because it's a little bit tucked away, this pub wasn't as busy as it's sister but was comfortable and welcoming none the less.

The next stop on the list was also but a short walk from our previous locale. Returning to the main road, we followed it until we reached a side street called Hackins Hey, whereupon stands Ye Hole in ye Wall.


Reputedly the oldest pub in Liverpool, Ye Hole in ye Wall dates to at least 1726 and boasts two unusual claims to fame. The pub is built on top of an old Quaker graveyard with bodies still in situ, meaning that the beer cellar has been located on the first floor, above the bar. Secondly, this was one of the last pubs in the city to allow women to enter, with female customers not permitted until 1977. This is reflected by the lack of a ladies toilet on the ground floor. Ladies wishing to use the facilities must climb a staircase behind the bar into the rooms above. The decor is primarily wood panelling and stained glass with space inside being at a premium, hence the pub's name. In one corner is an old fashioned telephone booth with a studded leather door; another reminder of the old days before mobile or public phones. An old bell-box is located behind the bar and the bell pushes still work although these are rarely switched on due to potential overuse. There is a small lounge area opposite the bar with a small number of tables and chairs scattered throughout, and a narrow entrance corridor. 6 hand pumps sit pride of place on the bar, offering a wide variety of beers. The beer was previously dispensed via gravity fed pipes from a keg style dispenser but wear and tear on the pipes meant hand pulls were installed instead. On offer at the time of our visit were: Lancaster Lancaster Red, Lancaster Glacier, Parkway Cheeky Monkey, Stockport Crown Bitter, Beartown Creme Bearlee and Beartown Best Bitter. I was unfamiliar with Parkway Brewing Co., who, it turns out are based in Somerset, so I gave their (Who's a) Cheeky Monkey? a go. It turned out to be a great choice. This is a 4% session golden beer, brewed with Challenger and Bobek hops. It's very very drinkable and went down very well indeed! This pub is best described as a hidden gem, not just for its beer quality but in general for its atmosphere, its history and its decor. In case you were wondering if Liverpool's oldest pub, built over a graveyard, has any ghosts, if the tales are true then it certainly does. A figure in a cowl, who is often mistaken for one of the regulars, has been seen on multiple occasions. Whether the figure is linked to the  bodies buried beneath remains to be seen. A second apparition is that of a Spanish soldier, allegedly stabbed to death in the pub for refusing to take money. Perhaps it's no surprise that spirits stalk the floors of a pub of such an age. 

We still had considerable time to kill before we needed to be back on Hope Street for the ghost walk and we weren't hungry yet, so a return trip to the Cavern Club was a must! After all, we don't know when we'll back so it made sense to say goodbye to the place, even if the return visit was slightly tarnished by a group of young girls from Essex requesting Valerie from the onstage performer and one of them saying it was written by Amy Winehouse. Kids these days!

Following an hour or two in the music soaked walls of the Cavern, we were finally getting hungry so decided it would make sense to make our way over to where we would need to be later and get food in one of the pubs in the area. A few minutes walking brought us to what would be our final pub of the trip: the Fly in the Loaf.


Another pub owned by Okell's, the building started life as Kirkland's Bakery. The name of the pub is taken from the old bakery's slogan 'no flies in the loaf'. The original 1920s windows remain in place at the front of the building. When the bakery closed, the building became Kirkland's Wine Bar before several years of closure. Reopened as a pub in 2004, it underwent an extensive refurbishment in 2014, which resulted in the current layout, with a spacious interior and light and airy frontage and it is now in the Good Beer Guide. Inside, raised window areas provide views of the Anglican cathedral and there is a wood panelled area to the rear. High and low tables and chairs provide seating throughout. The bar includes 6 handpulls, 5 of which were in use whilst we were there. The options available were Ossett Voodoo, Roosters YPA, Ossett White Rat, Wadworth Dirty Rucker and Okell's Bitter. I went for the YPA (Yorkshire Pale Ale), a 4% session pale from Harrogate-based Rooster's, whilst Amy went for cider. We took our drinks to a high table next to a pillar opposite the bar and debated food whilst enjoying our drinks. The YPA was great. This beer is pale, aromatic and summery with delicate peach and berry fruit flavours. The food wasn't too bad although they were operating a limited menu so we ordered some side plates to share between us. 

And that, ultimately, would be that. With our drinks drained, all that remained was to meet our ghost tour guide (as in a guide for the ghost tour, not a guide that was a ghost) outside the Philharmonic Dining Rooms and embark on a 90 minute tour of the gruesome sites and stories of the Hope Street area, culminating in a night time visit to a vast necropolis in an old quarry, overlooked by the gothic arches of Liverpool Cathedral. Metal as fuck. 

Liverpool had been fantastic! It had long been on our list to visit as tourists and long been on my own personal list as a beer tourist. Getting the chance to see what a small number of the city's hundreds of pubs have to offer was a treat and getting to visit legendary venues like Roscoe Head, the Philharmonic and, obviously, the Cavern Club, made the whole experience even better. Liverpool is renowned for 3 main things: trade, music and football. Add beer to the list. We will definitely be returning in the future. There are pubs we never got to and things we never got to do. It took us long enough to go and it was completely worth it. The less said about the train journey home though, the better.

I hope to bring even more blogs this year as I've got some trips lined up in the coming months, featuring returns to favourite destinations and some brand new ones. It feels good to be back, and it feels even better to be able to feel positive about doing this more often. I hope you've enjoyed this blog's first visit to Merseyside. I know I have. 

Tuesday, October 26, 2021

York's a Corker!

On the day immediately following our beer festival exploits, Amy and I set off on an adventure of a different kind. As part of Amy's birthday celebrations, we had booked a weekend in the fair city of York, a place we'd both visited in the past but not for many years and never together as a couple. The aim was a weekend of enjoying a fantastic city and exploring what it had to offer. We had various activities booked, had plans for shopping and, obviously, a list of pubs that we were determined to visit. But, this trip wasn't just about the beer that those pubs had to offer. One of York's many claims to fame is that it is allegedly the most haunted city in Europe and one of the most haunted in the world. It would have been remiss of us not to venture to the city's haunted hostelries to see for ourselves, not to mention fully immerse ourselves in the history and local lore. Not all of the pubs we visited are known to have any spiritual activity but they each certainly have a character all of their own, which is perhaps unsurprising in a city where thousands of years of history seeps from the very ground on which you walk.

York is a cathedral city at the confluence of the rivers Ouse and Foss. The city has long-standing buildings and structures, such as a minster, castle and ancient city walls.

The city was founded by the Romans as Eboracum in 71 AD. It became the capital of the Roman province of Britannia Inferior, and later of the kingdoms of Deira, Northumbria and Jórvík. In the Middle Ages, York grew as a major wool-trading centre and became the capital of the northern ecclesiastical province of the Church of England, a role it has retained. In the 19th century, York became a major hub of the railway network and a confectionery manufacturing centre, a status it maintained well into the 20th century. During the Second World War, York was bombed as part of the Baedeker Blitz; although less affected by bombing than other northern cities, several historic buildings were gutted and restoration efforts continued into the 1960s.

The city had a population of 153,717 in the 2011 census and is in the Yorkshire and the Humber region. The district borough, governed from the city, had a mid-2019 est. population of 210,618, the 87th most populous district in England.

The word York (Old Norse: Jórvík) is derived from the Brittonic name Eburākon (Latinised variously as EboracumEburacum or Eburaci), a combination of eburos "yew-tree" (compare Old Irish ibar, Irish iobhariubhar, and iúr, and Scottish Gaelic iubhar; compare also Welsh efwr and Breton evor, both meaning "alder buckthorn") and a suffix of appurtenance *-āko(n), meaning "belonging to,” or “place of" (compare Welsh -og). Put together, these old words meant "place of the yew trees". (In Welsh, efrog; in Old Irish, iubrach; in Irish Gaelic, iúrach; and in Scottish Gaelic, iùbhrach). The city is called Eabhrac in Irish and Eabhraig in Scottish Gaelic—names derived from the Latin word Eboracum. A proposed alternate meaning is "the settlement of (a man named) Eburos," a Celtic personal name spelled variously in different documents as EβουροςEburus and Eburius: when combined with the Celtic possessive suffix *-āko(n), the word could be used to denote the property of a man with this name.

The name Eboracum became the Anglian Eoforwic in the 7th century: a compound of Eofor-, from the old name, and -wic, meaning “village,” probably by conflation of the element Ebor- with a Germanic root *eburaz ('boar'); by the 7th century, the Old English for 'boar' had become eofor. When the Danish army conquered the city in 866, it was renamed Jórvík.

The Old French and Norman name of the city following the Norman Conquest was recorded as Everwic (modern Norman Évèroui) in works such as Wace's Roman de Rou. Jórvík, meanwhile, gradually reduced to York in the centuries after the Conquest, moving from the Middle English Yerk in the 14th century through Yourke in the 16th century to Yarke in the 17th century. The form York was first recorded in the 13th century. Many company and place names, such as the Ebor race meeting, refer to the Latinised Brittonic, Roman name.

The 12th‑century chronicler Geoffrey of Monmouth, in his fictional account of the prehistoric kings of Britain, Historia Regum Britanniae, suggests the name derives from that of a pre-Roman city founded by the legendary king Ebraucus.

The Archbishop of York uses Ebor as his surname in his signature.

Archaeological evidence suggests that Mesolithic people settled in the region of York between 8000 and 7000 BC, although it is not known whether their settlements were permanent or temporary. By the time of the Roman conquest of Britain, the area was occupied by a tribe known to the Romans as the Brigantes. The Brigantian tribal area initially became a Roman client state, but later its leaders became more hostile and the Roman Ninth Legion was sent north of the Humber into Brigantian territory.

The city was founded in 71 AD, when the Ninth Legion conquered the Brigantes and constructed a wooden military fortress on flat ground above the River Ouse close to its confluence with the River Foss. The fortress, whose walls were rebuilt in stone by the VI legion based there subsequent to the IX legion, covered an area of 50 acres (20 ha) and was inhabited by 6,000 legionary soldiers. The site of the principia (HQ) of the fortress lies under the foundations of York Minster, and excavations in the undercroft have revealed part of the Roman structure and columns.

The Emperors Hadrian, Septimius Severus and Constantius I all held court in York during their various campaigns. During his stay 207–211 AD, the Emperor Severus proclaimed York capital of the province of Britannia Inferior, and it is likely that it was he who granted York the privileges of a 'colonia' or city. Constantius I died in 306 AD during his stay in York, and his son Constantine the Great was proclaimed Emperor by the troops based in the fortress. In 314 AD a bishop from York attended the Council at Arles to represent Christians from the province.

While the Roman colonia and fortress were on high ground, by 400 AD the town was victim to occasional flooding from the Rivers Ouse and Foss, and the population reduced. York declined in the post-Roman era, and was taken and settled by the Angles in the 5th century.

Reclamation of parts of the town was initiated in the 7th century under King Edwin of Northumbria, and York became his chief city. The first wooden minster church was built in York for the baptism of Edwin in 627, according to the Venerable Bede. Edwin ordered the small wooden church be rebuilt in stone; however, he was killed in 633, and the task of completing the stone minster fell to his successor Oswald. In the following century, Alcuin of York came to the cathedral school of York. He had a long career as a teacher and scholar, first at the school at York now known as St Peter's School, founded in 627 AD, and later as Charlemagne's leading advisor on ecclesiastical and educational affairs.

In 866, Northumbria was in the midst of internecine struggles when the Vikings raided and captured York. As a thriving Anglo-Saxon metropolis and prosperous economic hub, York was a clear target for the Vikings. Led by Ivar the Boneless and Halfdan, Scandinavian forces attacked the town on All Saints' Day. Launching the assault on a holy day proved an effective tactical move – most of York's leaders were in the cathedral, leaving the town vulnerable to attack and unprepared for battle. After it was conquered, the city was renamed from the Saxon Eoforwic to Jorvik. It became the capital of Viking territory in Britain, and at its peak boasted more than 10,000 inhabitants. This was a population second only to London within Great Britain. Jorvik proved an important economic and trade centre for the Vikings. Norse coinage was created at the Jorvik mint, while archaeologists have found evidence of a variety of craft workshops around the town's central Coppergate area. These demonstrate that textile production, metalwork, carving, glasswork and jewellery-making were all practised in Jorvik. Materials from as far afield as the Persian Gulf have also been discovered, suggesting that the town was part of an international trading network. Under Viking rule the city became a major river port, part of the extensive Viking trading routes throughout northern Europe. The last ruler of an independent Jórvík, Eric Bloodaxe, was driven from the city in 954 AD by King Eadred in his successful attempt to complete the unification of England.

In 1068, two years after the Norman conquest of England, the people of York rebelled. Initially they succeeded, but upon the arrival of William the Conqueror the rebellion was put down. William at once built a wooden fortress on a motte. In 1069, after another rebellion, the king built another timbered castle across the River Ouse. These were destroyed in 1069 and rebuilt by William about the time of his ravaging Northumbria in what is called the "Harrying of the North" where he destroyed everything from York to Durham. The remains of the rebuilt castles, now in stone, are visible on either side of the River Ouse.

The first stone minster church was badly damaged by fire in the uprising, and the Normans built a minster on a new site. Around the year 1080, Archbishop Thomas started building the cathedral that in time became the current Minster. 

In the 12th century York started to prosper. In 1190, York Castle was the site of an infamous massacre of its Jewish inhabitants, in which at least 150 Jews died (although some authorities put the figure as high as 500).

The city, through its location on the River Ouse and its proximity to the Great North Road, became a major trading centre. King John granted the city's first charter in 1212, confirming trading rights in England and Europe. During the later Middle Ages, York merchants imported wine from France, cloth, wax, canvas, and oats from the Low Countries, timber and furs from the Baltic and exported grain to Gascony and grain and wool to the Low Countries.

York became a major cloth manufacturing and trading centre. Edward I further stimulated the city's economy by using the city as a base for his war in Scotland. The city was the location of significant unrest during the so-called Peasants' Revolt in 1381. The city acquired an increasing degree of autonomy from central government including the privileges granted by a charter of Richard II in 1396.

The city underwent a period of economic decline during Tudor times. Under King Henry VIII, the Dissolution of the Monasteries saw the end of York's many monastic houses, including several orders of friars, the hospitals of St Nicholas and of St Leonard, the largest such institution in the north of England. This led to the Pilgrimage of Grace, an uprising of northern Catholics in Yorkshire and Lincolnshire opposed to religious reform. Henry VIII restored his authority by establishing the Council of the North in York in the dissolved St Mary's Abbey. The city became a trading and service centre during this period.

Anne of Denmark came to York with her children Prince Henry and Princess Elizabeth on 11 June 1603. The Mayor gave her a tour and offered her spiced wine, but she preferred beer. Guy Fawkes, who was born and educated in York, was a member of a group of Roman Catholic restorationists that planned the Gunpowder Plot. Its aim was to displace Protestant rule by blowing up the Houses of Parliament while King James I, the entire Protestant, and even most of the Catholic aristocracy and nobility were inside.

In 1644, during the Civil War, the Parliamentarians besieged York, and many medieval houses outside the city walls were lost. The barbican at Walmgate Bar was undermined and explosives laid, but the plot was discovered. On the arrival of Prince Rupert, with an army of 15,000 men, the siege was lifted. The Parliamentarians retreated some 6 miles (10 km) from York with Rupert in pursuit, before turning on his army and soundly defeating it at the Battle of Marston Moor. Of Rupert's 15,000 troops, 4,000 were killed and 1,500 captured. The siege was renewed and the city surrendered to Sir Thomas Fairfax on 15 July.

Following the restoration of the monarchy in 1660, and the removal of the garrison from York in 1688, the city was dominated by the gentry and merchants, although the clergy were still important. Competition from Leeds and Hull, together with silting of the River Ouse, resulted in York losing its pre-eminent position as a trading centre, but its role as the social and cultural centre for wealthy northerners was rising. York's many elegant townhouses, such as the Lord Mayor's Mansion House and Fairfax House date from this period, as do the Assembly Rooms, the Theatre Royal, and the racecourse.

The railway promoter George Hudson was responsible for bringing the railway to York in 1839. Although Hudson's career as a railway entrepreneur ended in disgrace and bankruptcy, his promotion of York over Leeds, and of his own railway company (the York and North Midland Railway), helped establish York as a major railway centre by the late 19th century.

The introduction of the railways established engineering in the city. At the turn of the 20th century, the railway accommodated the headquarters and works of the North Eastern Railway, which employed more than 5,500 people. The railway was instrumental in the expansion of Rowntree's Cocoa Works. It was founded in 1862 by Henry Isaac Rowntree, who was joined in 1869 by his brother the philanthropist Joseph. Another chocolate manufacturer, Terry's of York, was a major employer. By 1900, the railways and confectionery had become the city's two major industries.

York was a centre of early photography, as described by Hugh Murray in his 1986 book Photographs and Photographers of York: The Early Years, 1844–79. Photographers who had studios in York included William Hayes, William Pumphrey, and Augustus Mahalski who operated on Davygate and Low Petergate in the 19th century, having come to England as a refugee after serving as a Polish lancer in the Austro-Hungarian war.

In 1942, the city was bombed during the Second World War (part of the Baedeker Blitz) by the German Luftwaffe and 92 people were killed and hundreds injured. Buildings damaged in the raid included the Railway Station, Rowntree's Factory, Poppleton Road Primary School, St Martin-le-Grand Church, the Bar Convent and the Guildhall which was left in total disrepair until 1960.

With the emergence of tourism, the historic core of York became one of the city's major assets, and in 1968 it was designated a conservation area. The existing tourist attractions were supplemented by the establishment of the National Railway Museum in York in 1975, the Jorvik Viking Centre in 1984 and the York Dungeon in 1986. The opening of the University of York in 1963 added to the prosperity of the city. In March 2012, York's Chocolate Story opened.

York was voted European Tourism City of the Year by European Cities Marketing in June 2007, beating 130 other European cities to gain first place, surpassing Gothenburg in Sweden (second) and Valencia in Spain (third). York was also voted safest place to visit in the 2010 Condé Nast Traveller Readers' Choice Awards. In 2018, The Sunday Times deemed York to be its overall 'Best Place to Live' in Britain, highlighting the city's "perfect mix of heritage and hi-tech" and as a "mini-metropolis with cool cafes, destination restaurants, innovative companies – plus the fastest internet in Britain". The result was confirmed in a YouGov survey, reported in August 2018, with 92% of respondents saying that they liked the city, more than any of 56 other British cities.

We arrived in York at mid-afternoon, following a very busy train journey of just over 2 hours, which included a change at Sheffield. After a much needed food and toilet break, we negotiated our way out of York's massive train station and headed towards our home base for the weekend, a B&B in an old Georgian townhouse on Bootham in the Clifton area of the city, just 20 minutes walk from the station and a few minutes walk outside the historic city walls. After checking in, unpacking and taking a few minutes to get refreshed and 'de-trained', we decided to head out and dive straight into this wonderful, historic city. We arrived on a Friday and would be staying until Sunday so we already had an itinerary in mind. We a place booked on the York Ghost Bus Tour at 7.30 on Friday evening so the plan was to kill a few hours with some drinks and food, gradually working our way towards where the bus was due to pick us up, which happened to be outside the train station. For reasons that I'll later go into, things didn't quite go according to plan but, nevertheless, it was set to be a fantastic few days. Leaving the B&B, we turned left and headed straight down Bootham which leads to Bootham Bar, one of the historic stone gateways that grants entry to the city proper. Passing beneath this gateway, onto High Petergate, we were immediately entranced by York's narrow streets, exquisite architecture and quirky independent shops. It did not take long for us to fall in love with the place. It helped that our first pub was nearby. Just inside the city walls, the first pub on our list was the Hole in the Wall.


Formerly known as The Board Inn throughout the 19th century, the pub was excavated in 1816 during which a tunnel was found that led to a dungeon-like space where manacles and chains were hung. A hidden tunnel was rumoured to run to York Minster. Whilst this tunnel has never been found, it is believed that the Minster's own prison was located nearby. This is one of the many pubs in York to report ghostly activity. During the aforementioned excavations, a superstitious builder bricked up a corridor after reportedly hearing disembodied footsteps. These footsteps are occasionally still heard throughout the building and a white mist has been seen, and on one occasion photographed, in the bar area. The pub's current name is taken from a window, still in place, through which prisoners had to beg for food. Inside, the premises is certainly atmospheric. The bar is almost opposite the door, with a small lounge area in between. To the rear is a larger space for dining and drinking, with access to a rear beer garden. The decor is very much in keeping with the pub's traditional origins, with beamed ceilings and internal brickwork. The bar itself holds 5 hand pumps, 3 of which were in use on our visit. Our options for our first drink in York were Jennings Night Vision, Wainwright and Ringwood Forty Niner. The Hole in the Wall is a Marston's pub, hence the predominance of beers from their range. I went for a pint of the Forty Niner (4.9%) and Amy chose the kegged version of Hobgoblin IPA. We took our beers into the back room where we found a round table in a booth underneath artwork commemorating the Theatre Royal, which is just around the corner from here. We enjoyed our drinks, discussed our plans for the weekend and had a quick peruse of the food menu. No begging through windows required nowadays! This was already turning into an excellent evening of comfortable historic pubs and the Hole in the Wall had certainly been a good place to start and had piqued our interest for what was to come. The beer was great too!

Leaving the Hole in the Wall, we turned left and continued down High Petergate, approaching the great spires of York Minster which acts as a convenient landmark in the event that you might feel a bit lost. Continuing on, we passed a number of other pubs before we emerged in the shadow of the enormous Minster itself, gothic architecture standing proud. It's certainly an imposing and impressive sight, even if you've seen it before. A quite literal stone's throw from the Minster, in its very shadow, lay our next destination. History abounds at the Guy Fawkes Inn.


This pub is located on the very site where, in 1570, Guy Fawkes, York's most famous son, was born. His original cottage has now been incorporated into accommodation that sits at the rear of the enclosed courtyard garden. The interior of the inn is hugely atmospheric. A small bar in the corner of the first room serves a tiny lounge area, with larger rooms for dining off to one side off of a central corridor. This corridor leads through to the garden which is comfortable and allows views into the restaurant area through mullioned windows. A rear external staircase leads up to more rooms. The decor is timber floors and oak furniture and the pub is lit by candles and gas lamps to add ambience. The small bar has 6 hand pumps, mostly providing local beers. At the time of our visit the options were Black Sheep Riggwelter, Copper Dragon Golden Pippin, Timothy Taylor Landlord, Black Sheep Best Bitter, York Guzzler and Ossett Yorkshire Blonde. I was already wowed by this place and it seemed appropriate to drink proper York beer in a proper York pub so Amy and I both decided on the Guzzler (3.6%). This was served, not just in handled glasses, but in branded handled glasses (available to purchase for £5 each, merch fans) and we carried these through to the garden where we found a table looking into the building which rose up above us. The Guzzler was delicious, far belying its low ABV. It is a refreshing golden ale that boasts dominant flavours of hops and fruit. This is another fantastic pub. We'd been in York for no more than a couple of hours at this point but we were already thoroughly enjoying ourselves. With the history associated with this pub, it's perhaps no surprise that there is a sinister side. A dark, human-like shape has been seen flitting around the place, particularly in the rear accommodation leading to obvious speculation that the spirit must be Guy Fawkes himself returning to his childhood home. What would he make of how he is remembered each November I wonder?


As tempting as it was to stay here for another, we had another well-known York target on our list. Leaving the Guy Fawkes, we turned right and continued down High Petergate until we reached a small square where we turned right. A few yards, and a left turn, further on saw us reaching the Shambles, York's world-famous medieval shopping street with it's crooked buildings and its myriad of independent shops. We made our way down this utterly picturesque street, making mental notes of everywhere we'd be popping into over the weekend before we turned out attention to a building that sits opposite the Shambles, squatting almost menacingly. It was now time to visit one of York's most (in)famous and most haunted pubs, the legendary Golden Fleece.


The pub itself is believed to date back to at least 1503 and it is believed to be one of the oldest pubs in the city. A former coaching inn, it was owned by a former Lord Mayor of York, John Peckett, and his wife Alice, in the early 18th century. Rebuilt in the 19th century, the building was Grade II listed by English Heritage in 1983 and is next to Herbert House, Grade I listed building (now a gin shop) which has a first floor jetty incorporated into a side passage of the pub. Despite the narrow frontage, the pub is deep with a small front bar connected to a larger rear bar by way of a narrow corridor which also includes the toilets. The higgeldy-piggeldy and disorientating layout is due to the building being constructed on stilts without any proper foundations. This has led to leaning doorways, low ceilings and uneven floors over more than 5 centuries of use. Upstairs there are 4 accommodation rooms and a separate room used for functions. I once stayed in one of these rooms, the St. Catherine's Room, and experienced some very odd events, not least of which was a distinct dislike of having my back to the bathroom door and hearing the sound of somebody moving around in the bathroom when it was definitely empty. We were both very excited to visit here, so much so that we would ultimately come back every day of our visit, but more on that later. Amy had never been here before and she was immediately blown away by the feel of the place. The atmosphere is relaxing and comfortable whilst the pub is full but you sense it takes on a completely different feel once the punters leave. The Golden Fleece has two bars, both with 5 hand pumps, and beers doubled up across both bars. Our options here were Theakston Old Peculier, Hobgoblin Ruby, Doom Bar, Hobgoblin Gold and Landlord. Amy procured us a table in the window of the front bar area, looking into the room, whilst I procured the drinks, an Old Peculier for me and a ruby Hobgoblin for Amy. We could feel the history in this place and the atmosphere is certainly unique. Whilst the pub does certainly play on its reputation, with photos of the team from Most Haunted (who investigated here) on the walls in the corridor and framed pamphlets on famous York hauntings, it's clearly done business no harm. What is this reputation? The Golden Fleece is claimed to be home to at least 7 distinct hauntings. A Canadian airman who died in one of the bedrooms during the Second World War, either through falling from a window or hanging himself, is still seen in the room in which he passed and occasionally on the street outside. The spectre of a young boy is often seen in the bar area. He died here after being trampled by a horse outside and customers often feel the sensation of a small hand trying to pick their pockets. One of the most commonly seen apparitions is that of 'One-Eyed Jack', a highwayman carrying pistols who is seen throughout the pub. The upstairs bedrooms have their own ghostly tales. The Minster Suite holds stories of crying children and a moving bed. In the Shambles Room, people have felt the sensation of someone sitting on the bed and witnessed strange lights and, in 2008, a couple left in a hurry after witnessing a candlestick move along the fireplace, apparently guided by a dark shape behind it. Dark figures have been recorded in St. Catherine's Room and this is also where Yvette Fielding heard a disembodied laugh in her ear during the Most Haunted visit. This room also boasts a room that was bricked up for 200 years for no known reason. The bricked up room is now the aforementioned, sinister feeling bathroom. Lady Alice Peckett has been seen in the room that now bares her name but has also been seen in the pub after midnight and in the Meadery room. The downstairs function room lays claim to the image of a lady running through the wall screaming as if being chased as well as the phantom of a dog. Whether this latter spook is linked to the dog skeleton that was discovered under the floor during renovation work is uncertain. It was once a custom to bury dogs or cats in the foundations of buildings as protection against evil so perhaps this dates back to this time. Needless to say, with all the reported activity, the ghostly spirits at the Golden Fleece outnumber the ones for sale behind the bar! We spent some time here enjoying our very well kept beer and some delicious fish and chips before we decided to make our down towards the station for the ghost bus tour.

Following an approximate walk of about 20 minutes or so, over the river Ouse via Lendal Bridge, we arrived with plenty of time to spare before our scheduled 7.30pm slot. This meant, of course, that we had time for another drink. Our chose destination was right next to the station entrance and actually partly inside the station itself. The only Good Beer Guide listed pub on this trip would be the York Tap.


Opened in 2010, this is a conversion of the old Victorian tea rooms at the train station. The interior design is spectacular with an ornate ceiling, Art Deco-style stained glass windows, terrazzo floors and stained glass ceiling domes, all complimenting a round central bar that serves both sides of a large room. The entrance through which we come is next to the station entrance proper with another entrance on the station platform. It is very busy when we arrive, perhaps due to the time of day and the pub's location but we do at least have plenty of time to peruse the impressive bar with its 20 (?!) hand pumps, 18 of which were in use. The selection was wide with 16 beers and 2 ciders. The full available list during our stay was as follows: Vocation Pride & Joy, Bristol Beer Factory Independence, Bristol Beer Factory Rewind, Atom Quantum State, Bristol Beer Factory Fortitude, Triple Point Dusk, JW Lees Craft Pale, Thornbridge Market Porter, Half Moon Old Forge, Thornbridge Astryd, Thornbridge Lord Marples, Thornbridge Brother Rabbit, Timothy Taylor Boltmaker, Timothy Taylor Knowle Spring, Lilley's Mango Cider and Lilley's Gladiator. With so much choice, it took me a little while to decide but I finally settled on Pride & Joy (5.3%) from Vocation out of Hebden Bridge, This is a flavoursome IPA packed with citrus hoppiness and a hint of sweetness that gives way to a mellow aftertaste. After a few minutes, we managed to find a table a short distance from the bar on raised leather seating and sat to kill some time. However, it was then that our plans went south. Amy found an email, in her spam folder, from the ghost bus company, cancelling the night's events due to staff injury. We were very annoyed and frustrated. Finishing our drinks, we went to the allotted pick up place and spoke to the driver who confirmed what we'd been told but also said that, if we rang up first thing, we might be able to rebook for the following evening. We endeavoured to do just that but, the question now was, what do we do with our Friday evening? We eventually decided that we would head back towards the B&B but stop off in a couple more pubs to round off the evening. After all, why not? 

Retracing our steps, we once again crossed the river at Lendal Bridge but this time, instead of continuing on, we crossed the road and turned right, onto the street known as Lendal. On the right, we quickly identified our next port of call as being from the list. We now took a trip to Lendal Cellars.

 


Reached down a flight of stairs, the Lendal Cellars is located underground and stands on the site of part of a medieval Augustinian Friary. The friary was founded during the 13th century before being subsequently suppressed during the Dissolution of the Monasteries in 1538. Walls dating to the 14th century were found during building operations that converted the cellars into a pub, along with the uncovering of an adult human skeleton. In the 1800s, part of the building was sold and works revealed earlier remains of Roman walls and Roman drainage. During the early part of the 18th century, the Oldfield family owned most of the buildings in this area and were early developers of a wine and spirits business. Remains of their stone wine bins and cask thralls are now covered by fixed seating. The layout of this pub is effectively two barrel vaulted brick ceilings with seating throughout and a long bar, divided by a brick wall. Of the 8 available hand pumps, 4 were in use when we arrived, giving us a choice between Leeds Midnight Bell, Lilley's Strawberry Cider, Abbot Ale and Greene King IPA. I went for a pint of Abbot, Amy opted for Aspall's Cyder and we found a seat in the first vault which, like the rest of the pub, seemed fairly quiet. This is another intricate and imposing sort of place, made more so by the low ceiling and the feeling of being detached from outside due to the underground location. Given this, and the prior use of the site, it's perhaps unsurprising that witnesses reported ghostly monastic figures in the seating area, usually glimpsed briefly before disappearing as the witness turns to get a better look. I can also confirm that, whilst the beer choice was not the best, that the Abbot was in very good condition. 

Departing Lendal Cellars and back into the autumnal night, we walked straight on, now heading down Stonegate. Our aim was to head back to the B&B now but I couldn't help but point out another pub that I felt we had to visit. Our final pub stop of the night would be the Punch Bowl. 

One of the oldest pubs in York, dating from the 1600s, the Punch Bowl is now a Nicholson's establishment. Inside, there are 3 rooms, a small one to the front with seating in front of the bar, another to the rear with banquette seating and long tables and a third room off to side. Toilets are located in a rear corridor and the three room are linked by a narrow passageway. One bar serves both of the first two rooms. The mullioned windows and Tudor exterior make the pub feel homely and there is a TV mounted on the wall above the fireplace in the first room. 4 hand pumps are located on the bar. On this occasion, we had a choice between Nicholson's Pale Ale, Black Sheep Best Bitter, Abbeydale Moonshine and Doom Bar. As Moonshine is one of my absolute favourite ales in the whole world, my decision was instantly made. Amy settled for half of Doom Bar and we sat at a small table, closest to the bar and enjoyed an old episode of The Chase on the TV. As well as the beer and the, always fantastic Nicholson's decor, we were drawn instantly to the food menu, in particular the specialist pies. We resolved to return here for lunch the following day. It would have been rude not to eat somewhere that was serving one of my favourite beers. As homely as the pub felt, there is more happening here than good service. The number of ghosts is almost as numerous as the number of hand pumps. The ghost of Isabella, a 17th century barmaid during the building's time as a brothel, haunts here. She was beaten to death by a disgruntled patron and her ghost is still allegedly heard screaming and running down the stairs and from room to room, trying to escape. Another sad shade is that of a former landlord who perished in a fire and is often seen walking the route of the old cellar steps where he tragically met his demise. The final member of the ghostly trio is the Grey Lady, believed to have taken her own life after her lover was unfaithful. She is said to roam the pub looking for unfaithful men in hopes of taking revenge on the man who wronged her. Vowing to return to the pub tomorrow, we left the tragic spirits and our empty glasses behind and continued down Stonegate. After a brief detour to buy cans of beer from the amazing House of Trembling Madness beer shop, we wound our way back to the B&B where we rested and recuperated in time for day 2.

Following a hearty full English, we were up and out on Saturday. Our first activity was a thoroughly entertaining trip to York Dungeon before we set our sites on pubs and shopping. We first made our second visit to the Golden Fleece, where we managed to perch at a high shelf next to the bottom bar. We sat there, drinking beer and reading the articles about local ghosts on the wall in front of us. During this period, Amy distinctly felt a light touch on her back, as if somebody was trying to get into her back pocket. It only happened once but it seemed unusual that that would happen in this exact location. More weirdness would follow the next day when we came back again. We next attempted to get some shopping done in the Shambles but it was chaotic and very busy so instead we decided that we'd come back first thing in the morning to make sure we were at the front of the queue for the Harry Potter shop. We did have a browse in a couple of independent shops and again decided that we'd pop back tomorrow. Our first new pub of the day, was next on the agenda. Heading back to the end of the Shambles, we kept walking until we found Goodramgate and our next stop, The Snickleway Inn.


This Grade II* listed pub sits next to the Wealden Hall, which it was constructed at the same time as. The oldest part of the building is the front, which dates back to the 1500s. A wing was added in the 17th century and this was altered in the 19th century, when the building itself was refronted. The whole interior is timber-framed as can be seen extensively in the walls and exposed beams. The building has been a pub since at least the 18th century and was known by many names including the Square and Compasses, the Mason's Arms, The Board, The Joiner's Arms and, more recently, the Angler's Arms. The pub took on its current moniker in 1994. The name is a deliberate misspelling of the local word 'snickelway', a term for a small alley or jitty, changed to avoid copyright issues, Internally, the pub is a hodge-podge of rooms, with a central bar area and a snug to one side, down a small step. Beer memorabilia, bric-a-brac and old pumpclips make up much of the wall decorations. The small, angled bar has 6 hand pumps and we were happy to be able to choose from 5 of these. Our options here were Roosters Yankee, Rudgate Ruby Mild, Revolutions New Rose, Rudgate Valkyrie and Theakston Best Bitter. Having not seen much Rudgate beer thus far during our trip, I went for the Valkyrie whilst Amy went Beavertown Neck Oil. The Valkyrie (5%) is an American style pale ale, brimming with citrus and tropical notes but with a distinctly earthy backbone. We sat at a table in the snug area, tucked away from the main bar but able to people watch out of the window. This is a strange little place. I liked it here, with its old world charm and stripped back character. This is yet another pub that claims the title of York's most haunted. The most well-reported of its spectres is that of a young girl. She has been most frequently seen sitting on the stairs watching customers come and go and the landlord's now deceased cat was known to purr around the legs of an unseen figure. The story goes that the girl was tragically knocked down and killed by a cart delivering beer and has taken up residence in the pub outside which she passed. Two different spirits have been reported in the bar area. The first is that of an old gentleman, who enters through a wall, walks across the bar area, takes a seat and immediately vanishes. An investigation has determined that there was once a door in the area through which he enters. The ghost of a man in Elizabethan clothing is also seen behind the bar, usually first thing in the morning or after closing. Despite bar staff regularly reporting sightings, his identity remains unknown. The tragic ghost of Marmaduke Buckle haunts the upstairs restaurant that bears his name. He was born crippled to a wealthy family but was tormented relentlessly by his peers until he took his own life by hanging. He is sometimes seen looking out of the window and is blamed for the mysterious opening and closing of doors and the flicking on and off of lights. Another ghost is only identified by the strong smell of lavender that suddenly appears without warning. As lavender was once used to disguise the smell of decaying bodies during the plague, perhaps there is a link to this time period. The finally entity here is neither tragic nor friendly. The cellar is home to something that regularly turns off gas taps, often with significant force, and throws objects and tools at members of staff that go down to fix the problem. Clearly, there is a myriad of activity happening here.

Back in the world of the living, and Amy and I had finished our drinks and wanted to squeeze in another new pub before we returned to the Punch Bowl for food. Our chosen spot required us turning back on ourselves and making our way back down Goodramgate to the Old White Swan.


This is another Nicholson's pub, occupying a site that was previously 4 individual houses grouped around a central courtyard. This explains the unusual changes in floor and ceiling level in the various rooms. A seated courtyard area to the front of the pub leads through to the Georgian dining area on the left, Tudor bar straight ahead and the stagecoach bar to the right. All three areas are served by a single bar that abuts onto the wall next to the entrance. An outdoor smoking area lies to the rear. It being a Saturday, we were not surprised to see that the pub was busy with almost every table full, barring a small round one by the door. Having surveyed the beer options, I quickly got seated whilst Amy sorted the drinks. 7 of the available 8 hand pumps were in use, with a choice between Wainwright, Black Sheep Best Bitter, Purity Mad Goose, Doom Bar, Nicholson's Pale, Fuller's London Pride and Leeds Pale. On this occasion, Amy and I both went for the Mad Goose which was very good indeed. We were pleased to get a table here as it made it much easier to appreciate the layout of the place with it's multiple rooms, original features and exposed beams and brickwork. I do appreciate the effort that Nicholson's go to in looking after their pubs without detracting from the character of the original buildings. Of particular interest is an old fireplace in one of the rooms, which is the scene for a decidedly seasonal haunting. The tale goes that, in the winter months, when a fire blazes in the grate, a group of four gentlemen in colourful clothes and riding breeches materialises as if warming themselves over the flames. They are said to be very jovial, will be heard laughing and joking and disappear as quickly as they arrive. 

We decided it was food time now and, as promised, returned to the Punch Bowl where we were lucky enough to get the last remaining table, Following a delicious, and very filling, lunch of pie, mash and peas, we felt rejuvenated and it was time to move. Also located in Stonegate, almost opposite the Punch Bowl and with a sign that stretches between building across the street, is another iconic York pub that we had to visit. Our attention now turned to Ye Olde Starre Inne.

Accessed down a passageway, this is allegedly York's oldest licensed inn, established in 1644. During the civil war, it was used as a makeshift hospital following the Battle of Marston Moor. The landlord at the time was paid by Prince Rupert to look after the wounded men but this often meant the amputation of severely damaged limbs without anything approaching adequate pain relief. A portion of the pub was set aside for those soldiers who required bullets to be removed or limbs amputated. The screams of these men would have been horrific and, such is the impact of this trauma on the building, the screams are occasionally still reported to be heard. A much less gruesome remnant of the past is that of an elderly lady who is seen walking the stairs. She tends to only be seen by young children. The more unusual ghosts of two black cats have been seen scampering and playing around the pub. More than once, a patron has reached out to stroke them only to find nothing but air where fur should be. Something more nondescript, known as 'the thing' lurks in the main bar. Whatever it is, it seems to only be seen by dogs. They are known to awaken or suddenly stand to attention to engage with something that only they can see, and react hostilely to whatever it is. One poor canine in the 80s even attempted to attack the 'thing' only to render itself unconscious against the wall. Inside, there is a large main bar, three separate rooms of varying size and three outdoor drinking terraces. When we arrive, it is very much standing room only, so we make our way over to the bar and find a place to stand, more or less right next to the glass collection area. There are 8 hand pumps on the bar, of which 6 are in use. This is a Greene King pub so most of the beers are from their range but there is some variation. Here the choices were Ainsty Ales Cool Citra, Black Sheep Best Bitter, Landlord, Abbot Ale, Theakston Old Peculier and Greene King IPA. Cool Citra (4.4%) from local brewery Ainsty Ales, immediately jumped out at me, especially given my fondness for the Citra hop. This turned out to be a citrusy delight and went down far too easily. 

We left Ye Olde Starre in good spirits. The day, and the weekend in general, was going superbly. We had managed to rebook the ghost bus tour for that evening, albeit at the later time of 9pm so we had quite a bit of time to kill. We decided to head back to the B&B for a chill out before going out again later. Once again, we were tempted by House of Trembling Madness and went back to the B&B with yet more cans, as well as some sweets from a nearby specialist sweet shop. After a couple of hours of chill time, we headed out again, our intentions being to find another couple of pubs to bide our time in before the bus tour. The first of these was one we had walked past a couple of times by this point. Situated on High Petergate, on the way to the Minster, we decided to stop off at the Eagle & Child. 

Opened in 2015 in a building that was formerly a restaurant, this pub is owned and operated by Leeds Brewery. Downstairs is a smart, modern, open plan space with minimalist decor, low, scrubbed tables and fairy lights. Upstairs is a dedicated restaurant space as well as access to the toilets. The bar sits to the right hand side with tables opposite and to either side. There are 8 hand pumps on the bar, 4 of which were available for us to choose between. Our choices were between Leeds Best, Leeds Pale, Turning Point Lucid Dream and Brew York Tonkoko. As tempting as it was to go for one of the Leeds Brewery beers, the Brew York was jumping out at me and I couldn't resist. Tonkoko (4.3%) is a coconut, tonka bean and vanilla milk stout. It's dark, smooth, sweet and decadent. In short, it's bloody wonderful! It's my firm belief that Brew York have never brewed a bad beer and this just cements that opinion beyond reasonable doubt. We sat out of the way of the bar, at a small table and watched people, and their dogs come and go. This is certainly a cosy place to spend some time. 

With a bit of time still to go before the bus tour, we decided that it made sense to find somewhere in close proximity to the station so we wouldn't have far to walk. Making our way back in the direction of the station, we found a little place tucked off down a side street that looked like it would do for a quiet Saturday evening pint. We had now reached the Corner Pin. 

Located on Tanner Row, the Corner Pin is a 400 year old, Grade II listed building that has retained much of its period charm and original features. The front is the traditional side, which includes 3 connecting rooms around a bar, as well as a modern conservatory section that opens onto the beer garden. The bar contains 3 hand pumps, of which 2 were in use when we walked in. The options were Bombardier and Hobgoblin Gold, the latter of which I opted for. The pub was very quiet at the time of our arrival, so we set up shop on a banquette opposite the bar and under a television. Despite being off the beaten track and tucked away, this is a welcoming place with lots of nice features and a relaxed atmosphere, at least until an argument broke out between half of a party of 4 on a neighbouring table. We stayed here for a couple of drinks, taking advantage of the good service and well kept beer, before we made our way over to the station to board the ghost bus. This was an excellent activity that I would recommend. After an hour or of ghost stories, sightseeing and hilarity, we were dropped back off and headed back to the B&B, via the local takeaway.

We awoke on Sunday with heavy hearts, knowing that we only had a few hours left in this marvellous city. After breakfast, we checked out and headed out early, ensuring that we could get some shopping done in the Shambles before it got too busy. We hit the Harry Potter store, a couple of independent trinket shops and even bought some local gin before we were due at the Jorvik Viking Centre for our slot. Following this, as we were in the area, we ended up back at the Golden Fleece for a couple of beers and some food. We also had another odd experience. We were sat in the top bar area, at a table immediately in front of the door, which looks across the room to the opposite. In a case on a shelf, is a human skull, minus the lower jaw, of a local woman who was executed in the 19th century. Both Amy and I are positive that the skull subtly moved whilst we were sat there and was facing in a slightly different direction when we left to when we arrived. It would soon be time to make our way to the train for the journey but we did manage to squeeze a final pub in on the way. Located on a small square on the corner of Finkle Street, off of Davygate, is the Roman Bath.

This pub is named after a Roman archaeological site that is located underneath it. An extensive bathhouse complex was discovered and is now a museum which can be visited for a small fee. The interior has been decorated with images and designs reflecting the history, with a mural of Roman bathers and an artificial Roman style column. The pub consists of a single room with a bar slightly off centre to the left and toilets to the rear. There is also access to a beer garden through a door to one side. Seating is scrubbed wooden tables spread roughly around the perimeter of the room. There are 2 hand pumps which, whilst we were there, offered a choice between Fuller's London Pride and Hobgoblin Gold. Having not had London Pride so far that weekend, I decided to round off the trip with it and it turned out to be acceptable enough. We found a table near the door whilst we finished off our final drinks of the trip. The Roman artefacts aren't the only things that are said to remain of this place's history. Long before the bathhouse was found, buildings on this site were home to odd noises that sounded like running water, splashing or the sound of burst pipes, with no obvious source. Persistent searching by the previous owners turned up nothing. Only when the bath site was discovered, and linked to the fortress that stood just north of here, was an explanation offered. Local rumour has it that the sounds, now thought to be ancient Roman bathers, are still heard from time to time.

And that was that. Our stay in York was done. And it had been fantastic. Not withstanding the history and folklore of the pubs, and the city as a whole, York has cemented a place in both of our hearts. It's quite likely that this will go down as our favourite place to visit and we will definitely be coming back. We had an amazing time, did some amazing things, found superb pubs and drank great beers. Places like York are where history comes alive, not just in the museums and attractions, but out on the streets where the history was lived and continues to be lived. Did we get to all the pubs we wanted to? No. Did we find new things that we never got a chance to do? Yes. We will be going back? Absolutely. Overall verdict? Brilliant. There's not much more to say. 












Wednesday, October 20, 2021

Bowled Over, or a Sticky Wicket?

The time had finally come! After 2 years of waiting, one of the biggest and best beer events in the UK made it's triumphant return last week. In the wake of a successful event in 2019 and last year's scheduled event cancelled for reasons that, by now, should not need explaining, the air was thick with excitement at the return of an iconic event that unites beer and cider drinkers, old and young, seasoned and fresh in 4 days of frivolity, entertainment and, not to mention, plenty of superb beers! Of course, I speak of the one and only Robin Hood Beer & Cider Festival!


As well as seeing the festival return, there was much eagerness to see how things would pan out in yet another new location. With the change of layout of Nottingham Castle following the recently completed refurbishment, and the backlog of events at the Motorpoint Arena, this year's event took place at a venue that is not only iconic across the land but a notable landmark for the city of Nottingham itself and one that already draws thousands of fans from near and far, sometimes very far. The chosen venue for Nottingham's legendary beer festival was the similarly legendary Trent Bridge Cricket Ground, scene of a significant number of historic moments throughout history. 


Trent Bridge was first used as a cricket ground in the 1830s. The first recorded cricket match was held on an area of ground behind the Trent Bridge Inn in 1838. Trent Bridge hosted its first Test match in 1899, with England playing against Australia.

The ground was first opened in 1841 by William Clarke, husband of the proprietress of the Trent Bridge Inn and himself Captain of the All England Cricket Team. He was commemorated in 1990 by the opening of the new William Clarke Stand which incorporates the Rushcliffe Suite. The West Park Sports Ground in West Bridgford was the private ground of Sir Julien Cahn, a furniture millionaire, who often played host to touring national sides.

In 1950, an electronically-operated scoreboard was installed at this venue, then the world's largest at any cricket stadium.

Trent Bridge has a history of hosting football matches. Notts County Football Club played their important games at the ground from the 1860s, and moved there permanently in 1883 when Nottingham Forest left. However, games early and late in the season had to be played elsewhere due to the cricket and Notts County finally left in 1910, moving to Meadow Lane.

Trent Bridge also hosted an international match, England beating Ireland 6–0 on 20 February 1897.

Despite its renowned history in the annals of sport, it remained to be seen what one of the country's best known sporting venues could offer to a rather different sort of event. Enter myself and Amy, who took on the arduous task of attending this year's festival, in the interests of research, not only to continue an annual tradition but also to compare how this change of surroundings would benefit, or otherwise, the whole beer festival experience. You are all very welcome!

In common with the past few years, we decided to attend the festival on the Thursday, in the hopes of trying to explore the festival site and try some of the more unusual beers before things got too busy, whilst also hoping that said beers had not already been polished off during the previous day's session. Getting the bus to the stop outside the council house, we crossed the road and, prebooked and pre-printed tickets in hand, made our way into the cricket ground through a gated entrance that brought into the main concourse. This is the area where the majority of the beers were located with the main stillage bars and brewery bars tucked under a covered area and a small number of food and merchandise stalls, as well as a smaller stillage and key keg bar spread along the concourse in the direction of the central clubhouse. First impressions were that the site was considerably more compact than in recent years, perhaps not surprising given that the festival was restricted to the hard standing areas with no access allowed onto the hallowed turf of the cricket ground. 

Clutching the tokens we were given upon entry, we next turned our attention to procuring glasses to aid with the beer consumption. Due to a supply issue, there were an extremely limited number of branded glasses specific to this year's event, however the hard working folks at CAMRA had managed to round up some from past events. Drinking from glasses branded with 2018 and 2019 respectively (back in the old times), felt decidedly retro. Speaking of drinking, it was high time that beer was had. Our first stop was the Castle Rock brewery bar, the first one that we came to entering the covered area. I wanted to show my face and introduce myself to the staff working there as I've recently become a Castle Rock employee and it seemed like the decent thing to do. There was certainly an excellent choice of beer in both cask and keg available and I got stuck straight in with the DDH Citra (5%), a strong, hazy pale ale with fresh and juicy notes from the Citra hops. Long time readers will know of my love for that particular variety. Amy went for one of their keg beers, specifically a collaboration with Attic called Tuck Shop (5%), a cloudy IPA with rhubarb and custard that tastes for all the world like rhubarb and custard sweets. We'd certainly made excellent choices to start the day off with and it wasn't long before we needed a top up. Amy suggested we have a wander further down the concourse to explore the site a bit more and also locate the KeyKeg bar as there were a few beers listed that caught her eye. Before we made our way over, I chose my next beer. From Beat in Stourbridge, I selected Jungle Drum Machine (5%) as my next beer. This is a pale ale hopped with Mosaic, Simcoe and Ekuanot for a very juicy flavour. We sauntered over to the KeyKeg bar where Amy was disappointed to discover that Brew by Numbers' Gose Solero had run out. However, the back up plan was Blackberry Gose (3.7%) by London-based Orbit and this went down very well indeed. Whilst we were at this end of the concourse, we decided that we would briefly explore the clubhouse, take a look out over the legendary pitch and generally have a bit of a look around. I must confess that this was the first time that I had ever been to Trent Bridge. Whilst I'm not really a cricket fan, I take a passing interest in England test matches, particularly the Ashes, and events such as the Cricket World Cup. After a few minutes immersing ourselves in the history of Trent Bridge, we made our back outside. We decided that now would be a good time to buy any extra tokens that we might need, before the day got busier and the queues got longer. There were two main hubs for token buying. One was central to the main marquee and another was a small hut at the very far end, right near the clubhouse entrance. We reasoned that this would be the quieter area so stocked up accordingly and got right back to the beer!

During our initial walk around, I had identified the 'Nano Bar', a bar that focused specifically on small batch breweries. I picked out Chick Weed Revenge (5.5%) from Ilkeston's Urban Chicken to be my next target and I'm very glad I did. This is another murky pale ale but livened up with a dash of mango essence. The overriding flavour is very much like mango juice and it certainly belied its ABV! Already by this point, the bars seemed busier, perhaps amplified by the smaller size of the site. Things were generally flowing quite nicely though and it was clear from the faces we saw, that people were very glad to be back and able to enjoy an event of this sort. It was time for a change of a style of the beer front. I decided to go for a darker beer for my next option, much earlier in the day than I otherwise would have done. I found the perfect choice on the Blue Monkey brewery bar, which sat at the other end of the main marquee, opposite the stage. Amy and I were both instantly drawn towards the Guerrilla Chocolate Amaretto (4.9%), which had apparently been the brewery's most popular beer of the day by that point and it was only early afternoon! This did exactly what it said on the pump clip: a deep, rich stout with flavours of chocolate and almond aromas. 4 beers in and already a contender for beer of the day! I would also hop back and forth between beers from local breweries and further afield throughout the early stages of the day. The next choice on my list was chosen effectively for the name alone. With Halloween on the horizon, a beer called Hocus Pocus was impossible to ignore. Brewed by Loddon in Dunsden, Oxfordshire, this is a dark ruby old ale that is both rich and smooth. Despite the increased foot traffic and the general closeness of everything at the site, we didn't find it too stressful or intimidating negotiating our way around. By and large, any crowds were small and not swarming which meant that we didn't feel unsafe at all. We also found a rather good spot to stand, over to one side, where a large concrete block acted as a makeshift table or chair depending on what was required. Another useful thing we noticed is that, whilst there weren't any more toilets than normal, they were definitely closer to the action, and more accessible for any attendees that weren't as mobile. It was time for us to mobilise to the bar again. Another dark beer was next on the agenda for myself and I settled for Dead Man's Fist (5.5%), from Chapter out of Sutton Weaver in Cheshire. This was another excellent beer; a smoked porter with the fiery addition of black pepper. It was certainly a treat for the palate and I needed something lighter afterwards to take the edge off. Amy liked the sound of Navigation Brewery's Elephant Gun (3.5%), a salted chocolate mild, whereas I went to the other end of the spectrum, both style-wise and geographically by selecting Outlaw King (5%) from Loch Leven brewery in Kinross, Scotland. Amy's choice was very chocolatey with an added saltiness and sweetness. My beer was a golden ale, infused with honey and resinous hop notes. The honey was very subtle with the earthy hops to the fore but the whole thing worked together really well. 

Another wander was called for now so we headed back down the concourse, taking everything in. Following a brief chat with a couple of Amy's work colleagues, we found ourselves back at the KeyKeg bar where Amy got some of Vault City's Mango Session Sour (4.7%), which ticked all of the boxes and was very very good indeed! I was once again tempted by the name of a beer, this time from the smaller stillage bar. I just could not ignore a beer called Mariana Trench (5.3%), especially when the brewery is Weird Beard from Hanwell in London. This pale is brewed with NZ Pacific Gem and US Citra hops, combining for massive fruity and tropical hop flavours. Not quite as deep, and definitely not as existentially terrifying, as it's namesake but definitely a beer worthy of a glass. Our leisurely wander back to the main marquee saw us arrive back at the Castle Rock bar just as Amy's beer ran out. How's that for impeccable timing? In its place, Amy went for the Passion Fruit Sour, one of the available KeyKeg beers. This was a complex beer with hops and tropical fruit up top before an underlying sourness kicks in. As we were digesting these beers, we decided to hover by the stage in preparation for the entertainment starting. After a few minutes delay to the scheduled start time, we were told that the planned opening act had been forced to cancel due to Covid. However, the acts planned for later would still be appearing with another performer stepping in to fill the gaps. Whilst we waited to see what this would entail, it became beer time again and time for me to go back to drinking local. Navigation Brewery had their own regular bar and it was here that we returned so I could indulge myself with their Grapefruit Pale (4%). As expected, this is a light, hazy beer with flavours of grapefruit and citrus. By the time of our next beer, the entertainment had started, with resident drag queen Zanda lip syncing to some absolute classics. As the notes of Country Roads, Take Me Home faded, the Nano Bar was calling again. This time, I went for Return of the Hop Monster from RBA, based in Oakwood, Derby. This is a 4.8% New England IPA with Amarillo and Citra hops, delivering a fruity, citrusy punch. Amy went for something a bit darker, opting for The Legend of Q (7%), a strong, dark ale with chocolate hints, brewed by Q Brewery from Queniborough in Leicestershire. 

Our day was well over halfway through by now and we were having a great time. The atmosphere was relaxed and fun, the beers had been great and everybody seemed to just be thrilled to be there. We had noticed one thing though: we were starving! Slightly behind the main concourse, where there was a smaller crowd, we found a stall selling pork cobs with apple sauce, which would be just the thing to get us back on track. Considerably fuller but with our glasses emptier, we headed back to the action. My next choice was more of a traditional style. You can't enjoy complicated beers without paying homage to their original forms. For that reason, I had a go at Foreman's IPA (4.8%) from County Durham's Consett Ale Works. This is a full flavoured, nicely rounded IPA that is a true testament to the style. By this time, a larger crowd had gathered at the stage as Zanda carried on with her set. The crowd joined in with rapturous, although not necessarily in time, renditions of songs by Queen, including Bohemian Rhapsody because obviously, before Zanda wrapped up with Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves and cleared the stage to allow the next act to begin setting up. I was back into my stride now and the singing had dried out my throat. To wet my whistle, Halton Turner from Birmingham had just the thing, in the shape of Whiplash (5.4%), a golden amber beer with an intense finish that was equal parts hoppy and fruity. The time had come for more stretching of legs so we made another circuit of the site which, by now, was much busier than it had been first thing until, inevitably, our glasses were empty. Refill time. I've waxed lyrical here before about my love for both Bristol and its beers and so it would have been remiss for me not to have one of their delicious options. Bristol Beer Factory were the go-to on this occasion and, more precisely, their Entourage (5.1%), an IPA single hopped with tasty, tasty Citra. 

The next band were now on stage. A four-piece from Nottingham consisting of a guitarist/vocalist, bassist, drummer and saxophonist/multi-instrumentalist, they did a good job of keeping people in the fun zone with a mix of their own songs and covers. We were flagging slightly by now but still had a couple more beers in us. I was intrigued by the program description of the next been I chose. I'd already been drawn to Flying Gang, from Ponteland, Northumberland, by their brewery and to the beer Prince of Pirates (4.7%) by its description as a 'tasty stout'. Upon closer inspection and consumption I can confirm that is a) a stout, and b) very tasty. I was definitely back into the dark beers by this stage of the day and my penultimate choice continued the theme. The epic sounding Beowulf from Brownhills in the West Midlands managed to lure me in with Black & Blueberry (4.5%), a dark ale finished off with a dose of blueberries. It was dark, sweet and delicious. As we watched the band wrap up on stage, we had a decision to make. One more beer. But which beer? My mind whirred. Do I stay on the dark, go completely off-piste or select something from the program that jumps out at me? Ultimately, I went back to the program and decided to finish the day on something lighter. Hwgga, a brewery from Llandrindod Wells in Wales, have a beer called Shaky Bridge (5.1%), an unfiltered pale amber ale with added caramel. Like a dessert to wrap up a particularly filling meal, it was the perfect digestif. We ummed and ahhed about what to do next but decided that we would now call it a day. We wound our way back to the exit and the bus stop to begin the journey home. 

So, the big question is, how did the beer festival hold up at Trent Bridge? I've hinted at a couple of the key points further up. The overall area in use was much smaller which means the whole festival felt much more compact. There were fewer brewery bars but this was offset by the sheer quantity of beers available (more than 1000 at last count). The toilets are more easily accessible and easier to find and, in general, Trent Bridge is easier to get to on public transport, especially when compared to the Motorpoint Arena. All in all, it was a good day out, as it always is but I, for one, would be interested to see what the long term plan is regarding hosting the beer festival. I do feel that this year's event would have benefited from more space but I also appreciate that due to the proximity of the pitch, and the need to keep this in perfect condition, that this may not have been viable, particularly if the weather had been bad. The most important thing, of course, is that the festival was able to go ahead at all and for that we should be mightily thankful to CAMRA, Nottinghamshire County Cricket Club and the local councils for making it possible, as well as to all the brewers, breweries and volunteers who helped ensure that beer was there to be had and that people had a good time and felt safe. As to whether this is an ideal permanent solution as a venue, the jury, like so many Aussie batsmen at this venue, is definitely out.