Tonight was simple, train to Huddersfield, walk to bus station, enjoy the calming classical music juxtaposed by angry swearing teenagers on phones, get bus to Longwood where 20 minutes later, it terminated 1 minute walk from my pub in a turning circle, where it then arrived 32 minutes later to take me back to Hudds. Even for a travel idiot like me, this was almost too simple.
I was a bit concerned that luminous blue lighting shone through the front quarter of the bus, so presumably Longwood's heroin users don't like to venture too far down the bus, unless of course, the drivers are the ones 'chasing the dragon' (not literally, that'd be hard on a WY Metro service).
738. Dusty Miller Inn, Longwood
I must confess I only spent 28 minutes in the pub, thus breaking my own code of conduct! But it was 28 minutes of pure West Yorkshire midweek evening pub, goodness, almost like a highlights package of my 2015 Tuesday evening experiences. A no nonsense but friendly landlord serves me a Black Jack from the local Milltown brewery, for which this pub is the de facto brewery tap. "It's a Porter you know!" he said in a warning voice. "Even better!" I say to calm his fears. A woman (possibly his wife and landlady getting slowly drunk) smiles at me, a local eats pork scratchings loudly at the bar, and a nervous man in red loses some money on a fruit machine. A local group (two men, two women) come in for after work drinks and laugh happily about weather and their kids and hating modern technology despite using it throughout. Smiling lady must work here as she reassuringly alludes to this pub being ancient as, despite the ridiculously mild weather, it is freezing cold upstairs. Haunted I assume. Sadly, I can't see any signs of the homemade pies and chutney that the GBG offers but I wasn't planning on staying long. The pub has that nice exposed brickwork, old pictures of Longwood and a nice loungy feel where I'm sat, but a stoney bar area, no menus or cutlery I'm glad to see. If this pub was in Bedfordshire, it'd win every CAMRA award going.
|All that is good in West Yorks pubs at the Dusty Miller|
|My Black Jack by Mill Town slipped down too easily!|
So the mini-challenge to finish West Yorkshire before the end of 2015 goes on, Headingley next Tuesday. Just a shame it is generally hard to combine/link these pubs on evenings without massive cost that I simply can't afford so I'll plod on, one (occasionally two) at a time.
But attentions turn back towards Beds on Saturday, see you Sunday for the report on that.