Wednesday, April 27, 2022

The more things change.......

Greetings! For my recent trip, I once again took advantage of a bonus day off from work and also elected to stay much closer to home than I have for a while. It had been quite some time since I had properly evaluated the drinking scene of this fair city of Nottingham that I now call home. In the years since my last survey, things have changed. New venues have opened, many have changed hands, some have been refurbished and some, unfortunately, no longer exist. With things feeling as close to normality as they have done for quite a while, what better time to head out and explore the newer and more recently revamped locations amongst Nottingham's hundreds of pubs? Some of the locations will have featured in the blog before, in one form or another, but there are a few that make their debuts by virtue of having sprung up over the last few years. It's a tough job.

The day of my trip was an unseasonably warm and sunny Thursday. I had planned a route that would see me circumnavigate the city centre, both starting and ending at a bus stop adjacent to Nottingham station. I arrived in the centre just before 12.30pm, getting off the bus on Carrington Street, and immediately made my way to the day's first stop. In the shadow of Nottingham Station is one of the city's newer micropubs. The day's adventures began at BeerheadZ.

 


This Good Beer Guide 2022 listed venue is a conversion of an old Edwardian cabman's shelter and restroom that is part of the station buildings itself. Dating from the time of the station construction in 1904, the interior still retains some of the original features such as drivers' benches and coat hooks. The station is a Grade II* listed building meaning that the renovation has been minimalist and keeps with the overall architectural theme. BeerheadZ are a small Midlands-based chain with other premises in Grantham, Lincoln and, until fairly recently, Retford. The pub is a single ground floor room with an adjacent door that is the rest room. Painted wooden panelling and window frames have been retained from the original shelter. Seating is on wooden stools and beer barrels with wooden tops as well as low, tongue shaped tables. The majority of the seating is directly opposite the central bar but there is additional seating outside on both sides of the walkway to the station concourse. The colour scheme is two tone cream and lime and there are also power sockets for charging devices but no WiFi. BeerheadZ was awarded Nottingham CAMRA Cider Pub of the Year for 2018 due to its cider and perry range. The bar is well equipped with cask and craft beers as well as a range of bottles and cans. 5 chrome hand pumps sit pride of place on the bar. At the time of my visit, 4 of these were in use, offering a choice of Goff's Lancer, Magpie Coat Tails, Liverpool Syren's Call and Heritage X Porter. With fond memories of our recent trip to Liverpool, I was instantly drawn to the Syren's Call (4.1%). I decided it would be remiss not to make the most of the sunshine so took my beer outside and sat on a metal chair facing into the station. I must admit that this was my first ever trip to BeerheadZ. I have no idea why it's taken me so long! Syren's Call is described as a 'modern bitter'. It's golden in colour with less toffee flavour and more leafy, hoppy notes. It's very drinkable and certainly starts the day off on a good note! BeerheadZ is in the perfect spot for those requiring a beer before, or after, a train. Be aware when visiting though that the capacity is only 36!

I now retraced my steps, heading back down Carrington Street and turning left onto Canal Street. My next location is immediately next to a coffee shop and is a fairly imposing building right on the pavement. I was now at Fellows, Morton & Clayton.

This red brick pub is a Grade II listed building and was formerly a Victorian office building for the eponymous coal carrying company. Built in 1895, the building was converted into a pub in 1980/81. Designed by architect W. Dymock Pratt, who also designed nearby Via Fossa, the pub is also notable for being on the site of Nottingham's first successful balloon flight in 1813, commemorated by a green plaque on the exterior wall. Inside, the pub is split level. A ground level bar area leads through to a lower drinking and dining space and also to a spiral staircase that leads to the toilets. There is a rear, two-floored room that can be used for functions. To the front, a raised snug type space occupies room behind the front window. The bar is L-shaped and faces both the front door and the main seating area. A small outside seating area is accessible through glass doors to the rear. I've been in the Fellows on the odd occasion in the past but I cannot for the life of me remember whether or not it's ever featured in a blog entry. I do know that the available real ale choice has been reduced though. During previous visits, albeit years ago, 8 handpulls were present, in two banks of 4. This has been reduced to a single bank with the second set replaced by a T bar offering keg beers. The 4 available hand pumps were all occupied when I arrived. The choices here were Hollow Stone Oligo Nunk, Sharp's Doom Bar and Thornbridge Astryd with the fourth given over to Lily the Pink cider from Celtic Marches. I decided on the Oligo Nunk but this ran out as it was being poured so instead I swapped to Astryd, from the ever-reliable Thornbridge. At 3.8%, this is a juicy, hazy session IPA brewed with Mosaic hops. This gives big flavours of berry and stone fruit and also lends a nice cleanliness to the finish. It definitely has a kick for a low strength beer! I took a seat at a high table almost opposite the bar whilst I enjoyed this delicious beer. It gave me time to take in the decor, which is primarily themed around beer and brewing. There used to a be microbrewery upstairs on this site but it has been out of use for many years. The pub also shows live sport and there are a couple of TVs throughout the premises. The pub was relatively quiet during my time there but was just beginning to pick up for the lunch rush. 

It was time to move on again. Leaving the Fellows, I turned left and continued down Canal Street, crossing the road at the traffic lights and then turning left onto Wilford Street. Passing an Irish Centre on the right, my next location is just nearby, perched on the bank of the canal. Next stop, The Navigation. 

Not to be confused, as it often is, with the Trent Navigation on Meadow Lane, the Navigation has previously been both a Whitbread and Banks's tied house. Formerly known as the Lock & Lace, it was a fully licensed pub from at least 1879, when the landlord was T. Smith. Located on the canal side, the pub has been through a number of owners in recent years and is now under the ownership of Marston's. When the pub last featured in these pages, myself and Matt visited when it was home to Annie's Burger Shack before that business scaled up to its own premises. That was the day we learned that I didn't understand how canal locks work. Anyhow, following an extensive refurbishment in 2017, the pub appears to have been given a new lease of life. Internally, the bar sits along the right hand wall with some seating opposite, A larger room, with more tables, is to the side and this leads through to a canal side access with outside seating right on the canal side itself. There is also a small beer garden and smoking area to the rear of the pub, accessed through a door next to the bar. The decor is music themed with murals, framed photos of music legends, classic film posters and, my favourite, an entire drum kit repurposed as a light fitting. Cool or ridiculous? You decide! Beer-wise, there are 4 handpulls on the bar. One of these is a permanent outlet for Timothy Taylor Landlord but there are also 3 guest beers, on this occasion Ashover Indian Pacific, Dancing Duck Dark Drake and Oakham JHB. I was suitably impressed to find such a collection of guest beers in a pub that I had assumed would be steadfastly tied to the Marston's range. After some swift perusal, I selected the Ashover and made my way around to some sofa style seating in the larger room, next to the canal side entrance. Indian Pacific (3.9%), is a hoppy session IPA, originally brewed especially for Brownhills Beer Festival in Chesterfield, but clearly popular enough to be shipped further afield. It's a very nice beer indeed! All the expected IPA hoppiness and bitterness are there without the expected strong alcohol hit. Cracking stuff!

My day was going well so far. The weather was holding, the beers had been good and the first trio of pubs had exceeded expectations. Onwards and upwards! Leaving the Navigation, I turned left, made my way back up Wilford Street and crossed the road. I then turned left again and continued down Maid Marian Way before crossing over again. I had now intended to visit the Royal Children but, despite what it said online, they weren't opening until later in the day. I made a vow to swing back this way later. Unperturbed, I continued down Hounds Gate, emerging on Friar Lane, where I crossed over to my next destination. My next stop would be somewhere rather different in the context of the pubs I'd hit so far: Southbank Bar.

Starting life as a department store, the premises was previously known as The Approach until 2016 when it was refurbished into its current incarnation. Originally known as Southbank City until the rebranding of its Trent Bridge sister site, Southbank Bar is a large, open-plan sports bar that prides itself on excellent entertainment and ability to show live sport across a vast number of TV screens. The bar is on the right hand side as you enter with a raised stage area for live music to the left. Seating takes the form of booths to the sides and rear with more conventional seating in the central space, which becomes a dance floor at weekends. As well as a large projector style screen, there are numerous others throughout, both on the walls and in the booths. The pub has featured once in the blog before, back when it was the Approach. I tend to normally visit about once a year, usually in February, for the Superbowl but have popped in on other occasions and, as some of you may remember, I used to work for the company that owns it for a while a few years ago. Whilst definitely a sports bar first, Southbank does supply real ale and there are 6 handpulls present. On the day that I popped in, half of these were in use, with a choice between Fuller's London Pride, Navigation New Dawn Pale and Oakham Citra. Obviously I went for the Citra. It still remains one of my favourite beers and it's in great condition here. It's a rather surreal experience being in here in the daytime when I'm not willing anybody but the Patriots to win the Superbowl. 

Leaving Southbank, I turned left, continued to the end of Friar Lane and crossed Market Square. Reaching Market Street, I continued uphill with the Theatre Royal in front of me at the top. This would actually be my next destination, in a round about way. When I reached the top of the hill, I crossed over Parliament Street, walked past the entrance to the theatre on my left and began heading down South Sherwood Street. A few yards down, on the left, is the entrance to Yarn.


Previously known as the Green Room, Yarn is part of the Theatre Royal complex and reopened in its current state in November 2017, following a major refurbishment. Whilst still owned by the owners of the theatre, the bar is operated by Castle Rock and would be the first of 3 establishments of theirs that I would visit throughout the day. The bar is long and narrow with two entrances, one to the rear, through which I enter, and one inside the theatre foyer. There is bench seating outside whilst inside the seating is more functional tables and chairs and a wooden floor. 10 handpulls are on the bar are there are also 9 taps for keg beer which are mounted on a wall behind the bar. Of the 10 available pumps, 9 were in use on my visit. Unsurprisingly, some of these were Castle Rock beers, namely Elsie Mo, Harvest Pale and Preservation, with Elsie Mo and Harvest Pale doubled up. The guest beers were Mallinsons Waimea and Salopian Lemon Dream with the remaining two pumps reserved for real cider, in this case Broad Oak Moonshine and Cockeyed Bonobo Banana. There would be more Castle Rock beer later on so I avoided that for now and, instead, opted for the Lemon Dream (4.5%) from Shropshire's Salopian Brewery. I've had Lemon Dream more than once before so knew what to expect and I wasn't disappointed. This is a golden ale with zesty aromas and a citrusy finish. It's brewed using organic lemons but the lemon isn't overpowering with the sweetness rounding out the flavour of the hops and the delicate bitterness. It's a bit like a beer digestif! Yarn is a venue I've been in fairly regularly, normally with Amy prior to the cinema, and it's a welcome addition to the pub scene in this area of the city. It certainly gives a more interesting choice of pre-show drink to the casual and seasoned theatre goer!

It was time to continue on now but I didn't have far to go. Leaving Yarn the way I came in, I continued down South Sherwood Street until I reached the junction with Shakespeare Street, with my next location already in sight. Crossing over, I made my way directly into The Playwright.


Officially known as The Playwright at 38, this is a pub that has been through various incarnations throughout its history. Originally the Clinton Arms, it became Russells in 1983 and was most recently known as the Orange Tree before a refurbishment in and a change of name in May 2019. Whilst under the Clinton Arms moniker, is was fully licensed in 1868 under C. T. Baxter and was also the location where Nottingham Forest FC was officially founded in 1865 by a group of shinty players, who also settled on Garibaldi Red as the club's colour. Following Notts County's relegation from the football league, Forest are now the oldest football league club and, at the time of writing, are well in the running for a return to the Premier League for the first time since 1999. But enough about that. The Playwright's location on Shakespeare Street has given it it's current name. Internally, the layout is open plan, with plush sofa seating and retro decor. The atmosphere is generally relaxing throughout. A pleasant garden is to the rear and there is a room towards the back that can be reserved for functions. Photos of bygone Nottingham and local history decorate the walls. The pub is now under the ownership of Charles Wells as part of their 'Pizzas, Pots & Pints' brands and offers stonebaked pizzas alongside other morsels. I'm here for the beer though. The central, J-shaped bar has 4 handpulls, 3 of which were being utilised when I was there. All of the beers are from the Charles Wells stable, under the names DNA, Legacy and Origin. All the beers are brewed under the Brewpoint label. I decided on the Legacy (4.1%), a citrusy golden ale with notes of orange and peach, hopped with Admiral, Olicana and Citra. The body and bitterness are moderate and the whole thing is refreshing and easy drinking. I took my drink to a round table in the window that was catching the sun and watched the world go by for a few minutes. Prior to this visit, I'd only been here once since the refurbishment but had come here a few times when it was the Orange Tree, when it also featured in the blog. I have to say, I do like what they've done with the place.

It was further into the city centre now. Continuing down Shakespeare Stree, I turned right, walked past Victoria Centre, turned left down Parliament Street, right down Thurland Street and left again onto Pelham Street. Walking up the hill towards the Hockley area, I reached my next stop: Faradays.


Situated on the corner where Pelham Street and Victoria Street converge, Faradays was previously known as Cape and underwent a refurbishment and renaming in 2016. The current eponym is apparently to commemorate the location of the old Raleigh bicycle works on Faraday road. The site on which the pub stands was once known as Swine Green and was referenced in the first work of poetry written by Lord Byron, back in 1798, which is commemorated by a green plaque above the door. Faradays is operated by Stonegate and consists of a large downstairs area with the bar to the back, and seating throughout. An upstairs function can be hired and is accessed by a metal spiral staircase in the middle of the pub. A doorway to the right of the bar leads to a staircase that goes down to the toilets. A section of pavement to the front of the pub is cordoned off for outside drinking and dining. This is another pub that featured in the blog years ago under its previous incarnation. Real ale has recently been reintroduced after being temporarily discontinued during the coronavirus restrictions. A bank of 4 handpulls occupies the bar with 2 of them being in use when I arrived, giving me a choice between Doom Bar and Little Critters Malty Python. I went for Malty Python (4.3%), a best bitter from Little Critters, a brewery based in Sheffield. I decided that I'd like to sit outside this time and was lucky enough to find a spare table with just enough sun on it that it wouldn't be too hot or too cold. The beer was good. It's well balanced between bitterness and sweetness and carries hints of caramel and hedgerow fruits into a smooth finish. The outside space was fairly busy during my time here, unsurprising given the weather, and more than a few workers had taken the opportunity for a liquid lunch. Who can blame them?

My next destination was a literal stone's throw away and another new location to the blog, though it has now been open for a few years. Time to officially investigate Six Barrels Drafthouse.


One of two such venues in the city, Six Barrels Hockley opened in 2017 in a building that had been closed for many years after previously serving as the Lord Nelson and, more recently, Image Bar. The Lord Nelson was previously a John Smith's tied pub and, in 1874, was a fully licensed establishment under A. Richardson. It once had a viewing panel that allowed the old (very deep) well to be seen but this is no longer visible to the public. A meat cellar and barrel thrall are still extant in the cellars. Now operated by Pub People, the modern conversion has seen bare wood and comfy furniture installed, with a central bar and large windows overlooking the street. The decor is part pump clips and beer can labels, and part nerd chic with an abundance of Star Wars decoration and theming. I'm definitely not complaining! The pub is managed by a good friend of mine and I always enjoy a warm welcome when I visit. Six handpulls sit on the bar, alongside a great selection of craft beers in keg and a very well stocked can and bottle fridge. On the day of my visit, 5 of the 6 handpulls were in use, with an interesting array of choices. I had to choose between Pentrich Confetti Moment, Marble Export Mild, JW Lees Bitter, Bombardier and Old Sawley Little Jack. I don't see Old Sawley beers very much so the presence of Little Jack was a nice surprise that I couldn't pass up. Named after a horse, Little Jack is a 4.3% pale ale that is crisp and refreshing with big citrus flavours from the use of 4 American hops, specifically, Amarillo, Citra, Simcoe and Cascade. It's a cracking little session beer, made even better by the surroundings I'm in. I sat in a booth, drank my beer, charged my phone and said hello to Ginny, one of the two very cute and very sweet pub dogs. It's hard to find fault with this place and I really do need to visit more often. Great beer? Check. Great atmosphere? Check. Dogs? Double check. What's not to love?

As much as it pained me to leave Six Barrels, there was work to be done and beer to be drunk. I turned right upon leaving, making my way down into Hockley and approached Stoney Street, where I turned right. Next on the list was the Angel Microbrewery.


For many years known as the Old Angel, during which time it was one of Nottingham's premier alternative pubs, this pub has stood in the Lace Market since at least the 1600s and has a long and colourful history.  Grade II listed, it was the site of at least two murders in the 1700s, that of a prostitute and a policeman respectively, and served as both a brothel and a chapel. Caves lie deep underneath the beer cellar and were carved out in the shape of a crucifix. The cellar itself still contains a barrel thrall and was used as an air raid shelter. The old chapel, which has a double height ceiling, is a famous gig venue that witnessed early shows by bands such as Oasis, Kasabian and Arctic Monkeys. Equally famous,  under its old guise, was the ceiling covered in gig posters and the puddles in the gents toilets, all now sadly (at least in the former case) gone. The old church pews, from the days of the chapel are still preserved and lie upstairs. The pub underwent a major refurbishment in 2016 and is now in the vein of an organic gastro pub with an on-site microbrewery, which supplies beers to the pub and other local venues. The interior layout is largely unchanged with wooden floors, two rooms with the bar in the middle divided by a corridor and another, smaller room to the rear, where the toilets can now also be found. A small garden space to the back is an effective sun trap on nice days. The pub certainly didn't look like this when it last featured here! The 8 handpulls are divided up into smaller banks on both sides of the bar and 6 of them were in use when I arrived. Unsurprisingly, the pubs own beers take centre stage, but there are some other local guests. Available on the day are Angel Revelation, Angel Hung, Drawn & Portered, Navigation American IPA, Navigation Rebel and Brass Castle Elvis Impersonator, with another pump given over to Seacider Black Cherry. I am instantly drawn to the Elvis Impersonator, from Brass Castle brewery. At 6.7%, it is a peanut butter, facon (that's fake bacon to you and I), and banana stout. Erm, yes please! It was totally worth going for the stronger beer. It was delicious. Sweet, nutty and smooth but with an underlying smokiness, all wrapped up in big malty flavours. I would have had another if I'd had the time. This is absolutely an early candidate for beer of the day at this stage! It was nice being back in the Angel. I remember it from years ago when the aesthetics were certainly different and, whilst it's not the same, it has kept some of the character whilst generally improving the whole place. Even if the gig posters are gone. The character may not be the only thing remaining though. The ghost of the murdered prostitute has long been said to haunt the premises and there were many tales of a ghostly female singing at the end of the night and messing around with the fruit machine when it was still here. These accounts were from when the pub was in its previous form. Whether the tragic girl is still in situ since the revamp, nobody knows for sure.

The next stage of the afternoon would take me down into Sneinton Market, an area that, for some years, was a bit of a pub and real ale wasteland. However, over recent years, significant investment and rejuvenation has begun and continues to go on, improving the area and facilities for locals and visitors. A number of pubs have sprung up too, creating a very nice little circuit with the venues situated at the bottom end of Hockley. The next trio of pubs are new arrivals in these pages. After leaving the Angel, I made my way down Hockley, crossed Huntingdon Street and walked up into Sneinton Market, in the direction of the Victoria swimming baths. On the corner of Handel Street is a recently reopened pub that is the newest addition to this part of town, The Bath Inn. 


Don't let the Egyptian Art Deco exterior fool you. There's a much older building underneath. The Bath Inn was built around 1820 and refronted between 1920 and 1930 in an exotic style inspired by the national interest in Egyptian culture and styles, and also in keeping with the nearby Turkish baths. A Grade II listed building, the Bath Inn was a fully licensed establishment in 1871, under W. Harvey. Formerly a Shipstone's house, the Bath at one stage operated as both a pub and a chip shop before a lengthy period of closure which finally came to an end when it reopened in December 2021. The new owner is Piers Wheatcroft-Baker, local garden centre magnate and son of Doctor Who actor Tom Baker no less, who has continued the Egyptian Revival facade both inside and out. Internally, the chip shop counter has gone, replaced by sarcophagi and other Egyptian style artefacts. A mannequin of a diver in a bathing costume is suspended over the bar, which is tucked into the back of the room. There is a piano, branded candle holders and lots of seating throughout. To the left of the entrance is a snug with an enormous mirror and soft lighting. A smaller area with settles and small tables is to the right. A large open room sits between the two entrance doors which makes a perfect spot to observe the local area. Another smaller room with upholstered seating is located near the stairs, which lead down to the toilets, with a kitchen beyond, though this is currently not in use. I've heard mixed things from locals about what it's like in here so I'm glad to be able to check it out for myself. Luckily, unlike it's former self, real ale is available and there is a choice of beer from 4 hand pumps, with my options being Vocation Bread & Butter, Dancing Duck Ay Up, Doom Bar and St. Austell Proper Job. I was served by Mr. Wheatcroft-Baker himself (don't mention his dad) and selected the Proper Job, taking it with me to sit in the room with the large mirror, just as the Beatles came on over the sound system. So far, so good. The beer was well kept and reasonably priced for the area, contradicting some of the reports I'd heard. The decor is the star here though. Where else in Nottingham, nay the country, could you sup a beer and make eye contact with a slightly unnerving Egyptian sarcophagus at the same time? Exactly.

It was back into the market proper now, to the second Castle Rock venue on the itinerary and a place that, since September, I've been proud to call my place of work. Located on Southwell Road, on the very edge of the market, is the Fox & Grapes.


Regarded as a heritage pub, the Fox & Grapes is literally a pub in two halves. The front portion that faces the street dates from 1905-06 and was designed by Evans and Son, masking the remains of a much older 19th century building of the same name, located to the rear. The join between the buildings can be seen from the Avenue C beer garden side. The pub was renamed Peggers, from a local poacher's act of 'pegging' his catches to railings at the front of the pub, and owned by Banks's until a long period of closure. Ornate windows led to the local nickname 'Pretty Windows' although no trace exists of what led to this name, with research suggesting that now absent frame tracery from the Edwardian refit may have been responsible. The pub also has rather grisly claim to fame. On September 8th 1963, the then landlord, former miner George Wilson, was brutally stabbed to death just yards from the pub. Nobody was ever brought to justice and the case remains Nottinghamshire's oldest unsolved murder. Castle Rock reopened the pub in September 2017 spookily, and completely accidentally, on the anniversary of the murder. The previous two roomed layout has been opened up into a single L-shaped room with two raised areas on either side of the front door. A high ceiling and large windows give a light and airy feel. The bar occupies one side of the room, built partly around a load bearing pillar. The old Peggers sign from the time of Banks's ownership hangs above the bar. My workplace boasts a lot of choice for the connoisseur. 11 handpulls, 8 craft keg taps and an extensive choice of bottled and canned beers mean there is something for everyone and I'm not just saying that! Being a Castle Rock pub, there are a few of their cask beers on namely, Harvest Pale, Preservation, Elsie Mo and Screech Owl, alongside 4 guests, on this occasion Deya It's All Linked, Castle Rock Army of Me, Siren Jiggery Pokery and Thornbridge Market Porter. The remaining 3 handpulls serve real cider, currently Weston's Old Rosie, Lilley's Mango and Ampleforth Abbey Medium Dry. On this occasion, as I tend to do when I have a beer after work, I went for the Elsie Mo. It wasn't for brand loyalty reasons or anything. I just happen to really like it! If you're unfamiliar, Elsie Mo is a 4.7% golden ale which is both hoppy and bitter and, if I do say so myself, very well kept, reflected by the pub's inclusion in the Good Beer Guide 2022. I can also say that we are the proud recipients of a Pub of Excellence Award from Nottingham CAMRA. It is a joy working here and it was about time that it featured in the blog, especially as I had a reason to be in the area on my day off. It seems that everyone locally knows the story of the 'Pretty Windows Murder' that lends the pub a hint of notoriety. Has it left an impression on the pub? It's a strange one. I'm not saying the pub is haunted. I am saying that, more than once I've come in to work to find a window open that I know I closed the night before and that can only be opened from inside. Add to that, the occasional cold breeze, strange sound, knocks and the bizarre time that a tap behind the bar turned itself on and it's safe to say the jury is out. 

I was approaching the end of my day now but I still had a few venues to tick off. Next up was the third pub in what I've decided just this second to call the 'Sneinton triumvirate'. Virtually opposite the Fox & Grapes, all I had to do was cross the road to reach the Partizan Tavern.


Nottingham's newest micropub opened in July 2021 in a premises that was formally a betting shop. Run by a local CAMRA member, the pub is named after Partizan Belgrade, a Serbian football team that the landlord regularly visits. The interior is bright and airy, with an L-shaped bar and two large windows that look out onto Manvers Street. 4 handpulls are located on the long arm of the L and there are two fridges stocked with both soft drinks and craft beer. Real ciders are available direct from the box and the range and quality of these have led to the Partizan Tavern being awarded CAMRA Cider Pub of the Year for 2022. Wall decoration is primarily Partizan Belgrade football programs. I'd heard there was always an interesting choice of beers on here and that turned out to be pretty accurate. The 4 options available to me were Totally Brewed Into the Portal, Little Critters Malty Python, Lenton Lane Very Iggy and Lords Brewing Co. L.A. Speed Check Mountain IPA. The slightly long-winded and confusing name of the latter instantly attracted me so it was no contest really. I wasn't familiar with Lords Brewing Co., but it turns out they're from Golcar near Huddersfield and, if this beer is anything to go by, I'll be looking out for their stuff more often. At 4%, L.A. Speed Check Mountain IPA, is a hazy, session pale ale, brewed with American hops. It's very juicy, hoppy and citrusy and very refreshing. The landlord is a very nice bloke and I enjoyed a chat with him about the local area and how it's improved in leaps and bounds from a few years ago. The Partizan is definitely one to come back to. 

I headed back towards the other end of town now as I had two more destinations left before calling time. Firstly, I wanted to revisit to a place I'd bypassed earlier as it wasn't open. Heading in virtually a straight line from Sneinton back to Hounds Gate, it was time to reassess the Royal Children. 



The current building is believed to be a 1920s or 1930s rebuild of a pub that stood on the site, with the previous building being first referred to as an inn in 1799 when the landlord was John Clayton. The name stems from a popular legend that Princess Anne (later Queen Anne), the daughter of James II, took refuge in Nottingham in December 1688 when the king's reign was failing, and her children were given refuge at an inn that stood on this site. However, given the dates given for the building's construction and the fact that none of her children born before this visit were still alive, and her next son was born 8 months later, this very much seems to be based on legend and not fact. For whatever reason though, the story persists and the name of the pub has remained unchanged. Although, the presence of children on the site would certainly explain the childlike footsteps that have been heard on the upper floor of the building at night, most recently by the former manager, and the number of other reports of strange activity, although this could also be explained by the fact that the pub backs onto Ye Olde Salutation Inn, renowned as one of the most haunted pubs in the city and possibly the country. The Royal Children has had something of a reputation over the years that I've lived in Nottingham, usually an unfavourable one. It's never really been known for beer and has relied on a very specific clientele that don't tend to be particularly welcoming to strangers. Despite this, it did previously stock real ale
and featured in my very first blog entry, 9 (!) years ago. Amy and I also came here once, in the middle of the day, and witnessed a man try and start a fight with a complete stranger in the virtually empty pub. It was good news then when Pub People announced that they'd bought the lease and were taking the pub over, overseen by another good friend of mine. Gone was the jukebox, the TV and the fruit machine and in came a craft beer fridge and the return of real ale. My friend is no longer the manager there but I didn't think much would have changed in the couple of months since he'd left. How wrong I was. The TVs and fruit machine have returned, the latter in place of the aforementioned beer fridge, and a pool table has been put in what was previously a seating area. Worst of all, real ale has gone. Not one of the 5 handpulls had anything to offer. I've since discovered that Star have reacquired the lease from Pub People so at the moment, things have taken a backward step as far as this pub is concerned. I have to say, it's a bit of a disappointment. 

I had one destination left for scrutiny and that meant making my way back to where my day had started. Down Maid Marian Way, left onto Canal Street and right back onto Carrington Street. A few yards from where my bus would later be departing, is the Barley Twist.


The third and final Castle Rock property on my tour, the Barley Twist is located in a former sweet shop, from where it takes its name. Primarily a craft beer bar, it is spread over two floors with a ground floor that features original brickwork and high ceilings along with a small number of tables, as well toilets to the rear. Downstairs is a rustic cellar bar which is perfect for a quiet drink and can also easily cater for functions. Train departure times are displayed on a board to help quell any nagging anxiety about missing the last train back to wherever. The bar is primarily craft beer oriented with a number of products in key keg. There are also a couple of large, very well stocked, bottle and can fridges against one wall in case anyone is in need of train beers. Two cask ale pumps also feature on the bar, offering Castle Rock beers, in this case Harvest Pale and Preservation. The latter seems like the perfect way to round the day off. This is a 4.4% best bitter, that carries a strong malty character and is slightly sweet with hints of caramel. A pint of it, whilst perched at the bar chatting to the bar staff was certainly a good way to finish. 

What a day it had been. Nottingham had been long overdue a reappraisal of its drinking scene, especially in the wake of the pandemic. All in all, I found my adopted home city's beer scene to be in rude health, barring one glaring disappointment. I'd certainly been able to compare and contrast the current state of play with how things were a few years ago when I last explored it in depth. Have things improved? I would have to say yes. New and/or improved drinking venues that continue to offer delicious beer can only be celebrated. Nottingham is certainly growing its reputation as a beer destination and it has to be said that it is richly deserved with each new venue offering something different and a reason to keep returning. But things are still developing. More venues are on the way. Nottingham is in the midst of a development boom that promises to bring more good things our way. I'm already aware of more premises in development or opening imminently and that can only be promising. In time, it will certainly call for another survey. I'll try not to leave it as long next time. 




















Thursday, March 24, 2022

A Compendium of Coalville

Greetings! It's nice to be back in such a short space of time. Fingers crossed that this becomes the norm! Last week, blessed with a Friday off, and some decidedly spring like weather, it seemed as good a time as any to head out once again in search of great pubs and good beer. My chosen destination was something of a wild card and not somewhere that, at first glance, had much to offer the real ale connoisseur. Would it live up to its reputation as a real ale wasteland or were there hidden gems to discover? I was about to find out, as I breached the county boundary into Leicestershire to investigate Coalville. 

Coalville is an industrial town in the district of North West Leicestershire, with a population at the 2011 census of 34,575. It lies on the A511 trunk road between Leicester and Burton upon Trent, close to junction 22 of the M1 motorway where the A511 meets the A50 between Ashby-de-la-Zouch and Leicester. It borders the upland area of Charnwood Forest to the east of the town.

Coalville is twinned with Romans-sur-Isère in southeastern France.

Coalville is a product of the Industrial Revolution. As its name indicates, it is a former coal mining town and was a centre of the coal-mining district of north Leicestershire. It has been suggested that the name may derive from the name of the house belonging to the founder of Whitwick Colliery: 'Coalville House'. However, conclusive evidence is a report in the Leicester Chronicle of 16 November 1833: 'Owing to the traffic which has been produced by the Railway and New Collieries on Whitwick Waste, land which 20 years ago would not have fetched £20 per acre (£50 per hectare), is now selling in lots at from £400 to £500 per acre (£1,000 to £1,200 per hectare), for building upon. The high chimneys, and numerous erections upon the spot, give the neighbourhood quite an improved appearance. We hear it is intended to call this new colony "COALVILLE" - an appropriate name.

In the early nineteenth century, the area now known as Coalville was little more than a track known as Long Lane, which ran approximately east–west, stretching between two turnpikes, Bardon and Hoo Ash. Long Lane divided the parishes of Swannington and Whitwick (both lying to the north of Long Lane) from the parishes of Snibston and Ibstock (both lying to the south). Hugglescote and Donington-le-Heath were part of Ibstock parish until 1878. A north-south track or lane stretching from Whitwick to Hugglescote crossed Long Lane, at the point where the clock tower war memorial now stands. This track or lane is now Mantle Lane and Belvoir Road. The Red House, an eighteenth-century building, close to this cross-roads, was one of very few buildings then standing.

Samuel Fisher, writing his memoirs at the end of the nineteenth century, described what the area looked like in 1832. Standing close to the position of the present-day clock tower, Fisher describes how, on looking down Long Lane towards Ashby, "we see a large tract of waste on both sides of the road, still traceable, covered with gorse-bushes, blackberry brambles, etc., with not a single house on either side of the way" until arriving at the Hoo Ash turnpike. Then, looking toward Hugglescote (down a track that is now Belvoir Road), "we see a magnificently timbered lane without a single house, with the exception of White Leys Farm and the Gate Inn on the Ashby Turnpike". In the direction of Bardon, there were no houses until arriving at a group of five or six cottages on the corner of what is now Whitwick Road and Hotel Street, and in the direction of Whitwick (the modern day Mantle Lane) there was nothing apart from a smithy and a carpenter's shop, and the houses of these tradesmen. These would have stood on the site of what is now The Springboard Centre (formerly Stablefords wagon works). From this wilderness emerged the modern town of Coalville, on a rapid scale, following the advent of deep coal mining.

Despite its emergence as one of the largest towns in Leicestershire, Coalville's history was not well documented until the establishment of historical societies in the 1980s, though some information had been put on record by a few independent local historians. In more recent years, a wealth of material charting the town's history has been published through the combined efforts of the Coalville 150 Group and the Coalville Historical Society and in 2006, these two groups amalgamated to form the Coalville Heritage Society.

Coal has been mined in the area since the medieval period, a heritage also traceable in the place name Coleorton, and examples of mine workings from these times can be found on the Hough Mill site at Swannington near the Califat Colliery site. A life-sized horse gin has been built on the Hough Mill site and craters can be seen in the ground, where the medieval villagers dug out their allocation of coal.

The seam is at ground level in Swannington, but gradually gets deeper between Swannington and the deepest reserves at Bagworth; consequently, it was not until mining technology advanced that shafts were sunk in the district now known as Coalville, beginning with Whitwick in 1824 and at Snibston in 1831.

Deep coal mining was pioneered by local engineer William Stenson who sank the Long Lane (Whitwick) Colliery on a relative's farm land in the 1820s. In doing so, Stenson ignored an old miner's dictum of the day, "No coal below stone", and sank his shaft through a layer of 'Greenstone' or 'Whinstone' to the coal below. This effectively opened up the 'concealed coalfield.' This was followed by the mine at Snibston, by George Stephenson in the early 1830s, and Stephenson was also responsible for the creation of the Leicester and Swannington Railway at the same time.

Quarrying, textile and engineering industries, such as railway wagon production, also grew in the town during the 19th century. Stenson is sometimes described as 'the Father of Coalville'.

Coal-mining came to an end in Coalville during the 1980s. Six collieries – Snibston, Desford, Whitwick, Ellistown, South Leicester and Bagworth – closed in and around Coalville in an eight-year period from 1983 to 1991, resulting in about five thousand men being made redundant.

The disused colliery at Snibston was regenerated into Snibston Discovery Park but controversially closed in 2015 by Leicestershire County Council. The area formerly occupied by Whitwick Colliery has been redeveloped as the Whitwick Business Park and which incorporates a Morrison's supermarket. There is also a small memorial garden here, established in memory of 35 men who died in the Whitwick Colliery Disaster of 1898, which occurred as a result of an underground fire, though sadly, the etched metal plaque commemorating this terrible calamity has (of 2014) been removed from the large granite memorial boulder.

Within thirty years of the town's birth as a result of the collieries, many additional industries became established within the town, such as flour milling, brick making, engineering and the manufacture of elastic web.

During the twentieth century, Coalville was home to Palitoy, a toy manufacturer that made Action Man, Action Force, Tiny Tears, Pippa, Tressy, Merlin, Star Wars figures and the Care Bears. The company was founded by Alfred Edward Pallett in 1909 to produce celluloid and fancy goods. Their first toy was in 1920 and the first doll in 1925. The Palitoy site was closed in 1994.

Aggregate Industries has its headquarters at Bardon Hill Quarry and is one of the five largest construction material suppliers in the UK. The company was originally established in 1858, though an early reference to a granite quarry at Bardon Hill appeared in 1622, in William Burton's "Description of Leicestershire".

TEREX Pegson Limited is a UK manufacturer of mobile crushing machines, and is part of the Terex Corporation. Pegson is headquartered in Coalville, with a distribution centre for North America in Louisville, Kentucky. The manufacturing plant has been located for many years on Mammoth Street, off the Whitwick Road and the company is able to trace its origins to the company of Samuel Pegg and Son, which was originally set up on Alexander Street, Leicester in 1830, when its main concern was connected with hosiery machinery.

Tulip Foods (formerly Belvoir Bacon) on Mantle Lane was incorporated as a limited company on 1 July 1954, having started about twenty years previously, as a slaughterhouse supplying pork products to a local shop in Coalville owned by the Bloor family. By the 1960s the factory had begun to distribute its products nationally. The factory became known locally as "Piggy Bloor's". The Belvoir name was replaced by Tulip in 2003.

Numerous business parks and industrial estates have been established in and around Coalville following the decline of coal-mining and allied industries. Calder Colours, based on the Coalville Business Park, are manufacturers of art and craft materials. In 2014 this company produced the hundreds of litres of red top coat and terracotta base coat paint for the commemorative art installation at the Tower of London entitled Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red, marking the centenary of the outbreak of World War I.

In October 2016, Amazon opened in Coalville its biggest fulfilment Centre in the United Kingdom (named BHX2). Reportedly occupying an area equivalent to 19 football fields, the centre employs hundreds of citizens in the Leicestershire region and is operational twenty four hours a day.

I've visited former mining towns before, mostly in Derbyshire, with limited degrees of success, so I was interested to see at which end of the spectrum Coalville would fall. Despite no longer having a passenger train station, the town is still accessible via public transport, in my case a 90 minute bus journey from Nottingham city centre on the Skylink. I arrived in the town just after 1pm on what had certainly turned out to be a mild day for the time of year. I had identified a number of stops for the afternoon so, orienting myself as best I could, I headed for the first of these, which I had actually passed on the bus a few minutes earlier. Lying at the very edge of the town was my first destination, the Victoria Bikers Pub.


As the name suggests, the pub caters to bikers and truckers but the casual drinker and dogs are also made welcome. The pub is a popular live music venue with bands every weekend and opens until the early hours on Friday and Saturday nights. Regular activities focus heavily on motorbikes and rock and metal music with mini festivals held on a regular basis. The majority of the pub's trade is at weekends and, as such, it only opens in the daytime Monday-Thursday, with split opening hours on a Friday. I timed my trip to ensure I could visit during the early trading session. Inside, there is a small space to the front with seating to the left and a pool table and toilet access to the right. To the rear, is a much larger space leading to further seating areas and the stage. At the time I arrive, the rear section is closed and in darkness. The small front section is open though and I am greeted by the landlord as the only customer when I arrive. The bar is L-shaped with the smaller arm serving the small front room and the longer section extending to the rear. I am pleased to see 2 handpulls on the bar, one of which appears to be in use. Further inquiries confirm that this is indeed the case and I begin the day with Purity Mad Goose. Taking my drink, I perch near the pool table whilst I survey my surroundings. It's obvious that this place must have a fantastic atmosphere in the evening, with customers jammed in to watch live music. Gig posters past and present cover the walls inside, along with motorcycle memorabilia and photos of the Hairy Bikers. It reminds me a great deal of Ye Olde Salutation in Nottingham, a regular haunt for myself as well as bikers and metal bands. The Mad Goose is in good condition and certainly quenched my thirst after the circuitous bus journey through the villages of rural Leicestershire. Upon leaving, I noticed a number of crosses displayed on a wall under the pub's roadside sign. These are dedicated to deceased rock and metal musicians, both of international fame and also lesser known local figures. It's a nice touch.

Heading back the way I had come, I made my way back into town proper, arriving back on London Road where I started. I had next intended to visit the Leicester Inn a short distance but a sign on the chalkboard mounted near the door explained that they were closed due to 'unforeseen curcumstance' (sic). Undeterred, I immediately turned my attention to another location slightly further down the road. Next stop, the Stamford & Warrington.



A traditional town pub, this former coaching inn is recognised is on CAMRA's list of historic pubs due to its unchanged interior. The former archway for coaches remains to the left of the building and the original stables still exist to the rear. The pub was re-fronted in the 1920s and then refitted into its current state in the 1950s/60s, remaining remarkably unchanged since that time, especially surprising given its town centre location. The public bar to the right has a lino tiled floor, a bar counter with ribbed hardboard frontage and a Formica top, a bar back dating to the 1950s/60s and a tiled fireplace from the same era, now with a gas fire in front of it. The seating takes the form of fixed benches with red Formica topped tables. The door to the left inside the entrance previously provided access to the lounge bar but now forms part of the licensee's accommodation. Of the original 1920s features only the 'Vaults' and 'Smoke Room' windows remain. An extension to the rear during the refit has enabled the toilets to be brought inside. The pub is named after the Earls of Stamford & Warrington and payment is by cash only, with a handy reminder of this taped to the entrance door. There are already a small number of regulars in the pub when I arrive, curious as to what I will discover. The bar takes up almost all of the left hand wall of the room, with seating opposite. The licensees are die-hard Wolverhampton Wanderers fans, as evidenced by the club memorabilia scattered around the back bar and on the walls. I was also shocked to see a surprising number (i.e. more than zero) of gollywogs adorning the shelves behind the bar. Whether the licensees are aware of the strongly negative connotations of this choice of decoration is not immediately obvious but it was quite jarring to see such a thing in 2022, even in a pub as unchanged as this one. There is a bank of 3 handpulls on the bar but only one beer is served, namely Marston's Pedigree. I supped my beer whilst propped at the bar, ostensibly minding my own business and feigning interest in the horse racing on the TV. I'd forgotten at this point that is was Cheltenham Gold Cup day so should expect to see this in the rest of the pubs I was in. The Pedigree wasn't bad. It was by no means the best pint of it that I've had and it certainly wasn't the worst. I also took some time to further peruse the less upsetting decorations, a lot of which were photos from foreign holidays displayed on one the bar's support pillars. 

Leaving the Stamford after finishing my beer, I turned left and headed in the general direction of Memorial Square where the town's impressive war memorial clock towers over the nearby buildings. Reaching Belvoir Road, I turned left and made my down into the main shopping area of the town. A short walk away, on the left, is The Engineers Arms. 


Operated by Amber Taverns, the Engineers Arms is a community-driven locals pub on one of the main roads through Coalville. The interior is open plan with lots of seating, consisting of scrubbed tables and chairs both plain wood and upholstered. The bar is on the left of the main room with the interior divided up by pillars. TV screens are located on the wall opposite the bar where there is also access to the toilets. A large, comfortable beer garden is to the rear, complete with smoking shelter, and is an effective sun trap. This was a slightly busier pub than my previous stop and certainly seemed to attract a younger clientele. Everyone seemed engrossed in the horse racing which at least meant that there was plenty of space at the bar. However, my heart sank when I quickly noticed a complete lack of handpulls anywhere in sight. This is despite cask ale being mentioned on the pub's website. Luckily, it wasn't all bad. The Engineers stocks Newcastle Brown Ale so, determined to make the best of a bad situation, I ordered a bottle and headed outside to the very well-appointed beer garden to enjoy it. The garden is certainly very nice, with lots of space for outside drinking and dining and, more excitingly, a Star Wars mural on one wall in a nice nod to a now sadly defunct local toy manufacturer. Thus far, the day had gone as I suspected it might. I was holding out hope that things may improve as the day wore on. At least the sun was out. 

I was hungry by the time I left the Engineers so I quickly located the local branch of a certain national bakery chain and spent some time sat in the sun in the nearby shopping precinct enjoying some much-needed sustenance. I didn't want to get too ahead of myself for time as I still had a few hours before my bus back so I went for a bit of a wander where I discover a nice, scenic park built on the site of the old Snibston Colliery. The headstocks, old pit buildings and disused coal train railway lines are still in situ as a remnant of the town's industrial past. My next location again saw me back on Belvoir Road but this time on the junction with the high street, in the shadow of the war memorial. It was time to visit the Snibstone New Inn.

 


This roughly square Marston's pub sits on a busy road junction. Internally, there is one large room for drinking and dining, a smaller room to the left through an alcove and another room to the rear which now houses the pool table and juke box. The bar is central and seating is scattered throughout the space immediately around it. Seating is a mixture of high tables and chairs, as well as lower seating areas with benches and also some bar stools. The main entrance to the pub is on Belvoir Road and there is also a second door to the side which exits onto the high street. The proximity to the war memorial is reflected in military memorabilia inside, including flags of various military regiments displayed on the ceiling. The pub also does a lot of work for local veterans charities. This is by far the busiest pub of the day. It is filled with regulars settling in for the horse racing and stopping by for a quick one before planning to return later. I manage to squeeze into a space at the bar and eventually manage to procure a vacant bar stool. There is a bank of 3 handpulls here, once again offering Pedigree as the solitary beer. I dive in and order a pint which I drink sitting at the bar. In terms of atmosphere, this is certainly a friendly and welcoming pub. The community ties are obvious and it's clear that the staff here work hard to ensure that their regulars and other customers are looked after. I had a relaxing time here, enjoying a very well kept pint of Pedigree.

I had a slight dilemma at this stage, at least as far as the trip was concerned. My plan was to visit the local micropub, Bitter & Twisted, which much research had told me opened at 5 on a Friday. I decided to while away the time where I was as I felt that I had seen all there really was to see in Coalville at this stage. 5.10pm rolled around and I made my over to the micropub, only to see it still closed. The sign on the door certainly suggested that it should have been open. A bit perturbed, and with my bus not due for another hour, I resolved to return to the Snibstone for another beer and then try the micro again. Half an hour later and still no dice. I came to the conclusion that perhaps it was actually opening at 6. With my bus due at 6.15, I had no time to wait around. With a tad of disappointment in my heart, I climbed back onto the bus and began the journey back to Nottingham. I had been hoping that the micropub would have been another bright spot on what had been a rather indifferent trip. I did, at least, find a ten pound note on the floor. You win some etc.

The bus trip back gave me adequate time to reflect on my day out. Coalville is best described as a place very much of its time. Whilst there is a sense of community, as would be expected in a town that grew from industry and where close bonds would be needed, there is also a notion of a place being left by the wayside. Mining, and other former industrial towns, quite often feel that the heart and soul of the place is missing which, in a sense, it is. It's a tough one. Towns like Coalville obviously do enough to keep themselves going but I can't help but feel that there was something missing. Whilst the pubs were all very different, the beer range left much to be desired but it's not just about that. It's about a sense of place. Too often, towns like Coalville are left to fall away, which takes more than just businesses with it. Let's hope it doesn't happen here too. 












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.