Category: UK

  • Manchester Trip : Quarry Bank Mill (Part One)

    Manchester Trip : Quarry Bank Mill (Part One)

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    On a wet Sunday afternoon in November, we needed something to occupy ourselves for a couple of hours. A National Trust site with one of the largest waterwheels in Europe seemed like just the ticket and it wasn’t far away to drive. Fortunately, I got in free with my National Trust pass, Ross got in on that as well, with Liam having his family membership. Richard came along as well with his own specially purchased ticket and we were ready to walk in the rain for a while.

    As a background to this site, it’s at its heart about cotton production during the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. At the centre of the site stands the impressive mill itself, built in 1784 and an important part of the industrial revolution. It was established by Samuel Greg, who used the River Bollin to power the water wheel, and his family kept it going into the twentieth century. The challenges were obvious in the Victorian period with more competition and the site struggled to maintain profitability. By 1939, it was realised that the site wouldn’t be profitable and Alexander Carlton Greg took the decision to donate the site and the surrounding estate to the National Trust.

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    We had a limited amount of time and so we focused on visiting the mill which is the main part of the site. There was plenty of walking in the parkland and estates, but we didn’t have time and it was pouring with rain anyway, but there is more to see here than we did. Above is the counting house, part of the mill manager’s offices, where the money was handed to workers.

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    And this is the hatch view that the workers would have had when collecting their money. At its peak, there were 250 people working here, so it was a sizeable operation.

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    The manager’s office. We decided Richard would like this decadence.

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    This was more Ross, Liam and me…..

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    And there’s Liam.

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    Some cotton and the process was explained, effectively its a matter of harvesting it, then ginning it (separately the cotton fibre from the seeds), then cleaning it (by carding and combing) and then spinning and weaving it.

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    And a cotton plant. The whole cotton industry was an essential part of the industrial revolution, with the spinning jenny, water frame and power loom being developed as part of the process. There was an enormous demand for cotton products both nationally and internationally, with colonies exploited to secure the raw material and then they were used as markets for the finished material.

    The next part of the museum were the working machines, but that will require its own page as I took numerous videos as well as photos. Ooooh, the anticipation…..

  • Manchester Trip : Great Central JD Wetherspoon Pub

    Manchester Trip : Great Central JD Wetherspoon Pub

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    Another complete absence of photos here, I really must have been distracted during this weekend. Anyway, we weren’t quite sure where to go for breakfast, so for the 592nd time in a row, we decided to go to a JD Wetherspoon pub and we opted for this one in the Fallowfield area. The breakfast is on the lowest price tier here, so a traditional breakfast and coffee came to under £4.40. Bargain.

    The pub name does rather sound like this is a central Manchester pub, but it’s located a couple of miles to the south of the city. The chain gives the reason for the pub name:

    “The railway reached Fallowfield in 1891, with its station opening on 1 October. The following May, the Great Central Railway line was extended to Sheffield. Edward Watkin, its general manager, wanted to link Manchester/Sheffield with the expanding continental European markets. The station closed to passengers in July 1958, but the railway line stayed for 30 years, used by freight trains. This pub is on the ground floor of a retail/residential block over the railway lines.”

    The pub felt a little generic in terms of the building, it’s not historic and so there’s a limited amount I can imagine they could do. The service was though friendly and we were able to sit near to the coffee machine and also near a power point, so that was a win as far as I was concerned. I don’t get out much….. The breakfast was as expected, I’d like crispier bacon, but I’m not going to complain when the breakfast is £3 and especially when I got a runny egg just as I like it.

    The on-line reviews are generally positive and towards the upper end of the scale for a JD Wetherspoon outlet. Talking of breakfast requirements though, they got a 1/5 review stating::

    “Raw bacon and sloppy egg, never will I dine here again, kitchen staff are teenagers that don’t care, avoid at all costs”

    I can see from the photo that the egg and bacon are cooked as I would expect, so you can never please everyone. On which subject, Richard had his Eggs Benedict to show off his wealth to the staff and I think he was content with it.

    “Divert this place. Staff are unfriendly and never smile, people rolling around on the floor which I take are regulars. A drunk pensioner was still getting served after falling over three times”

    This is the sort of thing that my friend Julian positively looks out for in a pub as he likes a bit of excitement.

    “Fight broke out, no bouncer there to break it up. Went on for about 5 minutes before glasses started to get thrown. Had smashed glass hit he on the back and land in my drink before having to head for an emergency exit. The positioning of the emergency exits is ridiculous there was no way to exit the building without passing uncomfortably close to the fighting. Disgusting that this happened at 8pm there was a baby sat at the table across from us. Never again.”

    I think that’s a bit too much drama even for Julian.

    “Terrible..the staff were very rude and refused to serve a group of pensioners but would give no reasons only they had drank enough..they only had 2 each. They were there to have a family celebration celebrating there brothers 70th birthday ..absolutely disgusted”

    I can imagine numerous reasons why and I can imagine they were justified….

    “Put the wrong table number manger very unhelpful would not replace the drinks even though we had spent about a £150 that night”

    Don’t put the wrong table number 🙂 I’ve never done it, although I remember when Richard ordered to the wrong pub.

    “Nothing more than a glorified old pub”

    Seems a positive to me, but it came with a 1/5 star review.

    “The atmosphere seemed interesting so I sat there and asked if it was possible to eat there, which was confirmed to me. After 30 minutes of waiting feeling like I was invisible, I ended up going elsewhere. Obviously very disappointing.”

    I see these from time to time, this was a French customer (well, the review was in French, so I’m making a logical conclusion here) and they were expecting table service.

    “There is no window and the air is too bad”

    This is a review in Chinese, and I can confirm that there are windows….

    “Visited this bar as we were flying from Manchester airport next day , stood waiting to be served drinks at bar for 20 mins at least only to be told they only serve from the middle …….. The bar staff are ignorant and only serve people first that face fits , we then eventually found a seat as to order food only to be greeted by the none smiling miserable faced barmaid we had earlier , I ordered burgers only to be told there were none left and if I need to go back and ask my girlfriend what other food she would like I would lose my place and have to stand again in line in the middle . I ordered something different and yes it was brought relatively quickly for this reason only I give two stars , my honest opinion is if your 25 and under them yes this is the place for you only because you go to college or university with the staff , me I’m 48 and was made to look like a fool when the barmaid talked down to me , obviously wasn’t brought up with good manners .”

    Customer thinks staff are ignorant. Customer is confused why they don’t engage back.

    Anyway, I digress. We had a little debate about where to go next and it was unanimously decided by me that we should go to a National Trust property. Everyone seemed very pleased.

  • Manchester Trip : Seven Brothers Taproom in Salford (and Richard’s Uber Score)

    Manchester Trip : Seven Brothers Taproom in Salford (and Richard’s Uber Score)

    Let’s start this post with a little story. I’m not really a taxi person, I think I’ve got a taxi (that I’ve paid for) around ten times in my life as I find them expensive, scary to order and just generally not something I need. However, Richard is very decadent and so uses them a lot. I mentioned in passing that you can see what score Uber drivers have given you as a customer in the app, and my rating is of course 5. Richard rushed to the app to check that his rating was 5, but it transpired to be much lower. I reassured Richard that they were likely just marking him down on his personality and not to take it personally, but I think he did. Anyway, with that bombshell, Richard booked us a taxi to take us all to Salford and tried his best to be extra nice to the taxi driver in an attempt to salvage his ailing rating.

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    Our hotel was in Salford, so we headed for the Seven Brothers taproom. I’m a fan of their beers, they’ve produced some intriguing and interesting flavoured pales, so I was pleased that we were able to visit here.

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    Ooooh, this looked appealing and I do sometimes feel like a kid in a candy shop when presented with choices such as this. I’d tried several of these beers before and I’ll note here just how good their honeycomb pale ale is.

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    This is the cleverly named Currant Affairs from Seven Brothers. It’s a fruity beer, blackcurrant to the fore and suitably sour.

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    I mentioned the honeycomb pale ale which I’ve had before, but this is the chocolate honeycomb stout. Like a liquid crunchie, the flavour of this was delicious, but for a 5.5% ABV beer I thought it was a little thin, but the aftertaste was decent.

    This is yet another very well reviewed bar and our experiences were no different. The team members were friendly and knowledgeable, there was an excellent range of beers and the pricing was reasonable. The brewery name is actually Seven Bro7hers, but it always looks wrong when I type that, so I’ll stick with not adding a number into the middle of the word. There are actually seven brothers who set up the brewery, the McAvoy family, and they explain their reasoning for establishing it:

    “The gateway brewery to craft beer. We brew and sell beer to those wanting to leave behind tasteless lagers for craft beer full of flavour, but struggle with confusing branding. We aspire to make your entry into the craft beer world fun and easy by being ‘clear with beer‘.”

    Seems reasonable.

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    And then we walked back to the hotel, another really rather lovely day. Łukasz and Simon went off to do their own thing the following morning as one wanted a lie-in and the other needed to get back to London. But, not to fear, there are a few more posts in this series left, as there were still four of us left on the Sunday…..

  • Manchester Trip : Bardez – Indian Street Food and Grill (Rusholme)

    Manchester Trip : Bardez – Indian Street Food and Grill (Rusholme)

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    One bus journey from the city centre later, we arrived at Bardez in Rusholme. This is an Indian restaurant that has managed to secure a Google review rating of 4.8, something that’s really quite impressive. Our table was ready for us on arrival, which was handy as I was hungry, and everything looked modern, clean and well presented. I also noticed that the operators are from Goz and have the surname D’Souza, and although I doubt that Liam knew that when booking, perhaps he was naturally drawn to the restaurant.

    Back to the food. They didn’t serve poppadoms in the traditional manner, but suggested one bowl of mini versions between six of us. I think we had to up the order to four of them, of which one stayed miraculously close to me for proceedings. Unfortunately, as I was distracted, we have another blog post with an absence of useful photos (although I remembered the food and beer), although I suspect that we’ll all cope with that and my two loyal blog readers will have to use their power of imagination.

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    I normally go for mango lassi as my drink of choice (craft beer isn’t a huge thing in Indian cuisine, although that situation is getting better, so until then mango lassi is something of a liquid soulmate for me) , but beer seemed to be the order of the day here. I went for the Bardez house beer and this mysterious brew wasn’t listed on Untappd, which, let’s be honest, basically means it doesn’t exist. However, it was crisp and light, so it met its objectives as being a complement to the food. The Chicken Chetinaad curry was rich in taste and the peshwari naan had a pleasant taste. Although they didn’t serve my favourite coconut rice, the basmati rice was light and fluffy. The portion size of the whole arrangement was decent, so I left full which always feels like a desirable state of affairs.

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    Łukasz, bless his cotton socks, is one of those people who could find a reason to smile during a zombie apocalypse. Seriously, the guy radiates sunshine like he’s swallowed a lightbulb and it can get a bit much. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a lovely quality… in small doses. But sometimes, you just want to wallow in your own grumpiness without someone bouncing around like a hyperactive Tigger, but there we go…. Anyway, as per usual, I’ve developed a convenient case of amnesia when it comes to everyone else’s opinions on their meals. My brain is like a sieve when it comes to remembering anything beyond my own immediate needs (mostly food-related, if I’m honest). But there were no complaints from Richard, no hurled plates, and no dramatic walkouts, so I’m going to assume everyone was content so let’s chalk that up as a win.

    There is another Bardez in Didsbury and the whole operation felt slick and well managed. The service was timely, personable and the order was entirely accurate which meant that not even Richard had anything to complain about.  Definitely recommended as a location and I can see why they’ve secured such positive reviews.

  • Manchester Trip : Port Street Beer House

    Manchester Trip : Port Street Beer House

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    The next venue on the list that Simon and I thought would be a good idea to visit is the Port Street Beer House. They’ve been open since 2011 and they have 18 keg lines and 7 cask lines, a balance that sounds just about right to me. It’s also no surprise given this heritage that the pub is listed in the Good Beer Guide, so that’s another one for my list.

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    This was a busy venue, although we found ourselves a place to stand. This is the Sun Goes Down mild from Thornbridge Brewery and this wasn’t as good as I had hoped for, it was too light and had a slight taste of charcoal. However, it’s always positive to see a mild on a menu.

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    Apologies for the finger in the way of the lens here, but this beer didn’t disappoint. It’s the Double Crumble – Apple, Blueberry and Maple from Pastore Brewing, and this surprised and delighted. Lots of maple, a bit of fruit and a creamy mouthfeel, just as I like a sour to be.

    Richard treated himself to a fruited pale, the Specialist in the Field from Farm Yard Brew Co. I’m glad he bought it, it had a bit of a zing to put it mildly, but I didn’t find much depth of flavour in the whole arrangement. By this time we had gone hunting for a table and Łukasz has found one outside which was wet, but obstacles such as this don’t stop him. I don’t think the Polish are known for letting wet benches from getting in the way of their drinking.

    This is a popular bar and judging from the positive on-line reviews, it’s a really well run operation. Where they get negative reviews, they’re like this:

    “I used to come here regularly, but the last time I was there, they didn’t accept my legal tender (only card payments). This is unacceptable behaviour, and I do hope it’s now corrected. If so, I’ll change this review.”

    I can’t imagine the bar shed many tears over this and it’s a reminder that cash isn’t king, but I won’t go down that line. There were some interesting beers available and the whole beer menu felt well curated. I would have preferred it to be quieter so we could get a table, but the reality is that it’s a popular and interesting place which I’m glad is doing well. And of course, it’s a worthy entrant into the Good Beer Guide.

  • 200 Years Ago in Norwich : The State of the Norfolk and Norwich Hospital

    200 Years Ago in Norwich : The State of the Norfolk and Norwich Hospital

    I spend too long reading old newspapers and one thing is timeless, which is the worry that the local healthcare provision isn’t sufficient. This letter to the Norwich Mercury in January 1825 spells out the problems which the correspondent thought needed to be dealt with.

    “It now becomes a matter of serious and important consideration, in what way the funds are to be employed, which have been liberally afforded to the Hospital during the present year; and as much advantage will be derived from having the public attention directed to this point, I beg leave to offer, through your means, to the attention of the Governors, a few remarks on the subject.

    The clear profits of the last Festival having been from £2400 to £2500, we must consider £300 of this sum, to defray the preparatory expences of the next Festival. The balance is therefore £2100; and to this may be added the late very munificent donation of £533, which increases the funds of the present year to the extent of £2633, beyond the average income.

    With regard to the appropriation of this balance, I presume that the first consideration will necessarily be, whether the establishment, on its present scale, admit of any improvements. This is a circumstance of which the gentlemen who are most conversant in the details of hospital management are the most competent judges, and I would only observe upon it, that as there are no wards but such as are in constant use, the operations of cleansing, whitewashing, and painting, must occasionally diminish, for many weeks, and even some months, the accommodation of the patients: and that an additional ward would therefore be very important, in order to give full effect to those which the Hospital possesses.

    Such an extra accommodation would likewise permit a ward to be employed for males or females, as an occasional overflow of the one description of patients or the other, might render necessary.

    This goes upon the presumption, that the Hospital does not require any permanent magnification; but when the increased and increasing population of the city of Norwich and the county of Norfolk are taken into account, it will hardly be considered, that an establishment, which was intended for 80 or 90 patients half a century ago, when the population was near 10,000 less than it now is, could not, at the present time, be advantageously enlarged.

    By the printed report it appears, that during the last twelve years, the average annual admissions have increased about a fourth; viz. from about 500 to 600; but it has very frequently happened, as is well known, that for many weeks together several of the applicants have not been admitted, though some of them have come from a considerable distance, and at great fatigue, expence, and inconvenience. This is an evil which can only be supplied by a permanent addition of beds to the Hospital.

    The necessity for more room was felt even during the life-time of Dr. Alderson, who died in 1821; and plans and estimates were in his time obtained, as to the mode of enlarging the Hospital, by the erection of two new wards at the North-west corner of it. The state of the finances might at that time prevent the measure from being carried into effect, but the friends of the Hospital may now congratulate themselves, that there are the means of accomplishing this, or any other plan for increasing the utility of the establishment, which may be deemed necessary.

    The erection of two new wards, similar in size to the present, and the addition of one of them to the regular establishment of the Hospital, may be easily provided for. By the printed accounts it appears that the housekeeping expences amount to about £16 or £17 per patient: that is, supposing 90 persons, including the officers, to be always on the diet tables of the Hospital. An addition of 15 patients, including nurses, &c. would not exceed, at £20 per annum per patient, £300. If the erection of two new wards amounts to £1000, there will still remain to be disposed of £1500, of the balance above mentioned. Suppose one of the new wards to be considered as independent on the Festival for its support, £900 or £1000, of this money will be required to keep it open till the next festival, when a similar sum may be appropriated to the same object.

    Thus will the benefits of a Festival be immediately felt, in the increased relief afforded to the poorer orders of society, and at the same time a fair prospect afforded of keeping up the advantages of the augmented accommodation in future. The experiment would not hazard at all the safety of the establishment: for a ward which is meant to depend on a Festival for its support, might cease to be employed, if the funds intended to keep it open should fail. But when it is considered that the expences of future Festivals will be less than those of the last, and that none of their receipts will be necessary in new erections, there will be every prospect afforded, of not only keeping up, permanently, an augmented number of patients, but of likewise preventing the necessity of appropriating, in the regular support of the charity, those donations and legacies which, without aiming at making it independent of the continued protection of the public, should provide for its permanent and increasing utility.

    I remain, Sir,

    Your obedient servant,

    A SUBSCRIBER.”

    The hospital had been built in 1771 as a charitable institute and it was for a long time unable to cope with the demand placed upon it. A new hospital was built on the same site in 1883 and free healthcare was out of reach for many, but letters such as this seem to have a reassuring presence that the health service will probably never really be able to cope with the demands placed upon it.

    As another aside (I have a lot of those), I personally prefer the archaic spelling of ‘expences’, although the origins are from the French word ‘espense’, so the current spelling does have historic integrity….

  • 200 Years Ago in Norwich : The Great Cheese Mystery

    200 Years Ago in Norwich : The Great Cheese Mystery

    I really love this article from the Norwich Mercury in January 1825, primarily for the randomness of what happened.

    “On Tuesday se’nnight a man and a boy in a blue cart and with a bay horse were observed, about 5 o’clock in the afternoon, to go to the foot of St. James’s-hill, near the barracks, and to throw down the contents of the cart, which they covered with mould, and then went away. Some boys playing near the spot, on the following morning, discovered the articles, which proved to be very old and excellent Cheshire, Derbyshire, Gloucester, Wiltshire, and Dutch cheeses. In the course of the next day another load was discovered in a gravel-pit on Mousehold. The news of these discoveries soon attracted large parties of persons to the two spots, and the entire quantity of cheese, amounting, it is believed, to between a ton and a ton and a half, very quickly disappeared among the inhabitants of the city adjacent to the places where the cheese was discovered. One person has now cheese in his possession of the value of eight pounds. F. Stevenson and other persons have been making enquiries among the grocers and cheese factors of this city, but no robbery has been committed here which can account for the secretion of so enormous a quantity of this article.”

    I love the word ‘sennight’, meaning week or the last seven days. I really struggle to comprehend how nearly a ton and a half of cheese appeared, although I can’t imagine that the owners were too pleased with those boys playing near the spot who found it. I can though imagine the surprise and delight of Norwich residents who went on a cheese hunt to see what they could find themselves. As Wallace said, “we’ll go somewhere where there’s cheese!”

  • 200 Years Ago in Norwich : The Dangers of Animals

    200 Years Ago in Norwich : The Dangers of Animals

    Just as a random article from 200 years ago. There’s sometimes a feeling that the past is some sort of halcyon place full of happiness and glee with a rural and traditional way of life.

    “Caution to Proprietors of Horned Cattle. – Last week a valuable mare, belonging to Mr. Robt. Cunningham, hay merchant, of Winfarthing, being left in a field with a horned cow, of a very vicious nature, was so dreadfully gored and torn by the cow as to be obliged to be killed.

    On the night of Friday se’nnight, as a man by the name of Loads, of Little Ryburgh, was going from Stibbard home with a horse and cart, he unfortunately turned the cart over, when the horse fell upon him and killed him upon the spot. He has left a wife and large family to lament his loss.

    A melancholy accident occurred at Thorpe, near this city, last week. As Mrs. Postle, wife of Mr. William Postle, tithe bailiff to the Rev. J. Maxwell, was walking on the turnpike road, a led horse, belonging to an Officer of the Dragoons, quartered in the barracks here, kicked her in the stomach, and she died in consequence the following morning.”

    But then you get news articles like this, which are commonplace in newspapers of the time. Norwich, and other parts of Norfolk, at this point were also crime ridden and dangerous, even though a lot of people had little worth stealing. The past isn’t always so magical, especially for the families left to deal with the consequences of disasters such as this.

    As a random aside, the history of the word ‘melancholy’ is intriguing (or it is to me):

    “Middle English: from Old French melancolie, via late Latin from Greek melankholia, from melas, melan- ‘black’ + kholē ‘bile’, an excess of which was formerly believed to cause depression.”

  • 200 Years Ago in Norwich : John Fitt Dies at Shoulder of Mutton Pub

    200 Years Ago in Norwich : John Fitt Dies at Shoulder of Mutton Pub

    Back to my occasional series of posts of news from 200 years ago, as reported by the Norwich Mercury. It’s just a line in the deaths section which says:

    “On Christmas Day, Mr John Fitt, the master of the Shoulder of Mutton pub, St. Augustine’s , died in the 66th year of his age”.

    I’m always a little intrigued by the location of pubs, but this one seems to be a mystery and it’s not clear to me from maps or on-line research exactly where it was. It was a Morgan’s Brewery pub which closed in 1870, likely on the Botolph Street end of St. Augustine’s Street. The last reference I can find is someone found drunk in Shoulder of Mutton Yard on St. Augustine’s in 1868 and the location of that yard is apparently lost as well. With more time I’m sure I could find it, but for the moment, it’s proving elusive.

    John Fitt was buried in St. Augustine’s Church on 30 December 1824, although if there was a gravestone it’s no longer standing. The service record from his funeral notes correctly that he was 62 years old rather than what was reported in the Norwich Mercury, but journalists being wrong is hardly a new thing. John had been baptised on 30 October 1762, the son of William and Sarah Fitt.

    BTW, happy new year to everyone, perhaps I might remember to have a look for where this pub was located at some point in 2025.

  • Manchester Trip : Hover Force (Additional Video)

    Manchester Trip : Hover Force (Additional Video)

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    Liam has sent this video following my blog post earlier, but more to come to surprise my two loyal blog readers….