A couple of weeks ago I went down to Yorkshireland, but not the old hometown, first I spent a few days by the seaside, well, mainly in the Scarborough Beer and Cider Festival. Twas a rather jolly occasion, ciders, perries and the occasional beer. If you ever happen upon a Camra beer festival I would highly recommend going in, that is, if you would like the opportunity to try a wide range of beer styles (and real ciders too).
At one time I would have stuck with apples and pears, but these days I like to explore some of the hoppy ales. There’s always a list with a few tasting notes to help folk navigate through the choices on offer; well, there is for the beers, ciders just have numbers between 1 and 7 to denote sweet to dry, but cider bar volunteers are usually very good with extra details to help cider novices (they will have sampled them all!) While the cider bar selection was broad and fine, nothing really stood out for me, unlike As Within, So Without a pale ale from The Meanwood Brewery in Leeds, wowzah! Grapefruity and biscuity, almost chewy, I’d definitely have some of that again!
Then, I headed inland to deepest, dampest Yorkshire, actually apart from the day I travelled across, it wasn’t too damp. A lack of muddiness inspired me to head to Mytholmroyd to complete the Cragg Vale Coiners’ Walk, the plan was to start at the end, get up to where I copped out last time, then head to the road back down into the town. Yeah, no, that map, it’s a tad vague when you’re following it, nevermind doing the route in reverse (last attempted in 2023, you can read about it in A walk through the Vale). As last time, I didn’t quite follow the route but I was roughly in the right area; I think I found Scout Rock, well, there was a gate next to it and a bit further along was the beacon. At that point I had run out of time and had to head back to my car. Hopefully one day I’ll get to do the whole thing in one go!
I know just where to get some great snacks for that day. Now, I’m probably wrong but I’m sure the butcher called it a naked egg, yeah, surely that’s just an egg? This was a scotch egg but instead of the breaded outer layer it’s wrapped in bacon, bloody tasty bacon – a breakfast egg? Well, there’s egg, bacon and sausage (meat), by gum, it’s substantial. In the same place I spotted a sign saying Yorkshire Scoundrels, obviously I had to enquire about them; a bit like a cross between a cake and a scone (ahem, pronounced like cone with an s in front, rhymes with stone) and there’s dried fruit in it, the man said, okay, one please (I don’t actually like scones but I was feeling daring). Yummy! Apart from the three nuts, but they were whole and very visible so easy to take out. I feel like I’ll need to find some old-fashioned cloudy lemonade to wash it all down!
It’s late, I must away to my bed, I shall leave you with an snippet from the letters page in last Saturday’s Times. Honestly, this is the most bizarre combination for a curry – banana and spaghetti curry. Huh? What? The letter ends “I still serve sliced bananas with curry”, sure, fine, I can go with that, but spaghetti in a curry?!? G’night.
Bruce on the Fringe 