Dad was my designated travelling companion for the day (Ben stayed in Manc), the lines between BRAPA and football have never been more blurred as Hull City were away to Man City but I had been thinking like a Hull City striker i.e. "outside the box" haha, hence a trip out to Stockport.
Despite his schoolboy error of not realising most York trains were now Victoria bound rather than Piccadilly, we were soon in Stockport for 11am.
575 - ROBINSONS BREWERY VISITORS CENTRE, Stockport - There was only one logical place to start, and having negotiated an upstairs central reception around a museumy style area, we were directed downstairs, where a friendly young bar chap served us from a full range of Robinsons ales, very much an unfashionable brewery in the current climate of high packed trendy hoppy beers and crazy flavoured darks. This only drew me closer, plenty of memories of my early real ale days in towns like Stockport and Preston drinking ales from this fine brewery. I went for what I think was the seasonal guest, a 3.9% Voodoo Dawn, red and as high quality as you could wish for. Dad said the same about his Unicorn (depsite a weird floaty black thing in it), but baulked at the idea of a handled dimple glass claiming it is not the 1970's! Okay, so the bar itself was a bit sterile despite the back upholstered bit, but we could learn about the brewery. The stand out fact for me was that their well is as deep as the Blackpool Tower is high. I found the toilets, as directed behind a large copper, which wasn't a tall policeman but in fact, a big thing used for brewing beer in. Ho ho.
|Approaching the fantastic Robinson's Brewery in Stockport|
|Dad gets ready to do battle with the dining v drinking brigade|
|Boar's Head hidden behind the market stalls.|
|A bit of free advertising for my place of employment as Dad strides purposefully onwards|
|Under the viaduct real ale by numbers, at the wonderful Crown.|
Luckily, Dad woke me as we arrived at Leeds where we had to change having caught a Hull train home, the Old Tom had really kicked in. No York Tap pint needed tonight, just a cup of strong tea and a nap before MOTD.