Two of my remaining three Greater Manchester ticks had come in Oldham, which sort of makes it the Orkney of England if you think about it very carefully.
Cob & Coal had been fabulous, could our next pub follow suit?
|Errr, all three of the above?|
"I need a pint so let's get to the nearest pub!" cried Daddy B. in a strangled manner an hour or so later as I navigated us to Cardiff Central's Platform 8 and onto another train which took us the short distance to Penarth (I'd suggested we do the furthest out and work our way back in). But it was already 2pm, the Dadster had a point.