On The Good Ship Shipley
Aug. 8th, 2010 11:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lupestripeSurprisingly, I happened to finish work early on Saturday and not wanting to travel home on buses crammed with Leeds United fans, I headed to Mr Patter's for a couple of hours. Turns out, he wanted to go to Tesco's and he cancelled his trip to see me, so we decided to hop on a bus and go to everyone's favourite supermarket. There, I bought a 9p gingerbread man with no arm and had a right chew-on trying to operate those self-service machines. Nightmare. Beforehand at the little Tesco (I did a Tesco World Tour) I bought a sandwich and some suchi for 84p - whoever does the ordering in that shop really should be fired as there are so many items discounted on the day it reaches its sell-by date.
Anyway, money paid, we headed to the Roundhay Fox, favourite haunt of the Sunday Leeds Meet for a cheeky tipple and some cheekier chat. We got some nuts called Bar King Nuts - Chihuahua Chili Flavour - which were loads of different types of nuts (not just peanuts) in a honey chili glaze. They were okay but got a little choking after a while. I invited Mr P down back to Pudsey with me so we walked along the bus route into town as we missed a number 4. As we walked, we saw a place called Stinky Peephole which was in an industrial estate. A lady dressed in black went in there, but we do not know for what purpose. I have a stinky peephole but I don't advertise the fact. Except on here just now, obviously.
Once home, Patter and I went to our local where we met Wolfie and Lincoln the Pub Dog, a Yorkshire Terrier who enjoys smelling my trousers for some reason. He belongs to the owners of the pub, the wife of which was trying to flirt with Wolfie. Something had clearly spooked Lincoln because he wasn't his usual self but we loosened him up with some good old fashioned pettings and Seabrooks.
After this, we saw a hedgehog on our way home, on the pavement. He was very scared when we stroked his spikes and he contracted into a ball but he soon came to love us and popped his little head out to say hello. He was as bristly as a bog brush.
Sunday saw us back at the pub to sample the most exquisite Sunday lunch I have had in a long time. They gave us two Yorkshire puddings "because we looked hungry" and some free vegetables too - it is the first time I have tasted vegetables in ages. The onion in cheese sauce was delicious and it was excellent value at £6.50. After this, we decided to go to Shipley and so we got a train into Leeds and one of those super slinky ones back out to the little market town. We saw the 60s style clock that most people would think would be an abomination but I kinda liked it architectually. Definitely an acquired taste and definitely of its time but nonetheless it was a nice feature.
We decided to walk to Saltaire along the Leeds-Liverpool Canal, a mere five minutes away, and surely a candidate between itself and Shipley for shortest distance between two overground railway stations (it isn't actually, that's Allen's West and Eaglescliffe near where I used to live). We spied the smallest Costcutter ever and bought an ice cream. A lot of the buildings were old mills converted into offices and apartments and I must admit it would be great living there, by the canal. There were a lot of barges kicking about and I felt it would be great to do a barge holiday sometime.
We walked to the big mill at Saltaire, which I wrote about a few months ago, and went to The Boatsman Pub, bypassing the snack boat selling ice creams and things. We were quintessentially British in the pub, drinking real ale, watching cricket and the world go by as we sat on a wooden bench outside the pub, overlooking a river and a cricket field. A dog had a tail like a motorboat propeller and loved playing with its ball and his owner's kid. He was bounding about everywhere, jumping into the river and having a right old splash. Some kids were tempted to swing on an old rope swing underneath a bridge but wisely decided against it. The toilet there was tiny and there was diahorrea all over the seat. We just talked before we headed back into Shipley via the river, overlooking some delightful industrial units, for a standard pub lunch and a glass of sweet sweet rose.
Heading back into Leeds, we had another quick pint of real ale in a Wetherspoons, where Wolfie and Patter could use our CAMRA membership vouchers to get 50p off booze, whilst I had Birra Poretti, sadly owned by Carlsburg and the usual light but overly fizzy stuff typical of the Peroni genre. Passable but not fantastic. After that, we walked home and I talk to you now :-)
Anyway, money paid, we headed to the Roundhay Fox, favourite haunt of the Sunday Leeds Meet for a cheeky tipple and some cheekier chat. We got some nuts called Bar King Nuts - Chihuahua Chili Flavour - which were loads of different types of nuts (not just peanuts) in a honey chili glaze. They were okay but got a little choking after a while. I invited Mr P down back to Pudsey with me so we walked along the bus route into town as we missed a number 4. As we walked, we saw a place called Stinky Peephole which was in an industrial estate. A lady dressed in black went in there, but we do not know for what purpose. I have a stinky peephole but I don't advertise the fact. Except on here just now, obviously.
Once home, Patter and I went to our local where we met Wolfie and Lincoln the Pub Dog, a Yorkshire Terrier who enjoys smelling my trousers for some reason. He belongs to the owners of the pub, the wife of which was trying to flirt with Wolfie. Something had clearly spooked Lincoln because he wasn't his usual self but we loosened him up with some good old fashioned pettings and Seabrooks.
After this, we saw a hedgehog on our way home, on the pavement. He was very scared when we stroked his spikes and he contracted into a ball but he soon came to love us and popped his little head out to say hello. He was as bristly as a bog brush.
Sunday saw us back at the pub to sample the most exquisite Sunday lunch I have had in a long time. They gave us two Yorkshire puddings "because we looked hungry" and some free vegetables too - it is the first time I have tasted vegetables in ages. The onion in cheese sauce was delicious and it was excellent value at £6.50. After this, we decided to go to Shipley and so we got a train into Leeds and one of those super slinky ones back out to the little market town. We saw the 60s style clock that most people would think would be an abomination but I kinda liked it architectually. Definitely an acquired taste and definitely of its time but nonetheless it was a nice feature.
We decided to walk to Saltaire along the Leeds-Liverpool Canal, a mere five minutes away, and surely a candidate between itself and Shipley for shortest distance between two overground railway stations (it isn't actually, that's Allen's West and Eaglescliffe near where I used to live). We spied the smallest Costcutter ever and bought an ice cream. A lot of the buildings were old mills converted into offices and apartments and I must admit it would be great living there, by the canal. There were a lot of barges kicking about and I felt it would be great to do a barge holiday sometime.
We walked to the big mill at Saltaire, which I wrote about a few months ago, and went to The Boatsman Pub, bypassing the snack boat selling ice creams and things. We were quintessentially British in the pub, drinking real ale, watching cricket and the world go by as we sat on a wooden bench outside the pub, overlooking a river and a cricket field. A dog had a tail like a motorboat propeller and loved playing with its ball and his owner's kid. He was bounding about everywhere, jumping into the river and having a right old splash. Some kids were tempted to swing on an old rope swing underneath a bridge but wisely decided against it. The toilet there was tiny and there was diahorrea all over the seat. We just talked before we headed back into Shipley via the river, overlooking some delightful industrial units, for a standard pub lunch and a glass of sweet sweet rose.
Heading back into Leeds, we had another quick pint of real ale in a Wetherspoons, where Wolfie and Patter could use our CAMRA membership vouchers to get 50p off booze, whilst I had Birra Poretti, sadly owned by Carlsburg and the usual light but overly fizzy stuff typical of the Peroni genre. Passable but not fantastic. After that, we walked home and I talk to you now :-)
