Great place. There’s a big pub on the main road by the canal, i think called the Old Gate, which must sell a dozen ales and has a stove fire. Sat in there one day last year after watching a matinee film at the old picture house, reading George Orwell essays and eating massive chunky chips. Was dead warm and a bit wet so the windows were steamed up and there was a nice hum about the place, lots of walkers popping in. Sat there for hours slowly stewing, must’ve had ten pints. Reckon that was one of my favourite ever afternoons. If you can combine those things with a decent gig at the Trades Club i think you’d have the perfect day.
