Tagged pub of the week

Dave Lee takes a trip to the Pumphouse, Driffield

The Nottingham is a noble successor to those famed Victorian pie shops, where the workers would get their daily sustenance with a pint or so of their choosing, and the conviviality seems to have seeped down the generations.

A little research reveals that the heraldic coat of arms of the Worshipful Company of Cutlers is a rather fancy affair with no less than three elephants and three sets of cross swords.

If you want to see what happens when a closed down old boozer comes back to life, then head to the White Horse in Church Fenton

Pubs come in all sorts of guises as I found at the Angel at Topcliffe.

Steve, the cheery chap from Burnley who delivers a builder’s tonne of logs to my door every winter, is a proper foodie. He asks me if I’ve been to the Glen View up the road, which I haven’t. If you want a straight-up, honest pub-grub feast, it’s the place to go, he says.

Somewhat confusingly, a different pub in Beverley used to be called the Tiger

Banks seem to be closing at the same rate as pubs, but this former Nat West in Todmorden has been restyled into a bar/café so I guess it’s even stevens.

The Roebuck has stood for well over a century. It has weathered the Blitz on Sheffield, which flattened much of the core of the city on one fateful night in 1940.

A few years ago, I went to the 17th century Bagby Inn, three miles from Thirsk, close to Sutton Bank and the beautiful landscapes around it. I never went back – enough said.