Sunday, 3 July 2011
16 The Sandknockers , Smallbridge - Rochdale
Not visited
The Sandknockers caused some schoolboy sniggers when I attended nearby Alice Ingham School between 1974 and 1976 but the name actually derived from a local trade of crushing local sandstone to produce sand. Despite a genuine historical connection with the area the pub was only named that in 1973, before which it was another Red Lion.
The pub was actually on the near side of Wardle Road coming from Littleborough and always looked more impressive with its whitewashed walls than the Bull's Head on the opposite side. However it began to struggle in the last decade. In 2003 the landlord decided that painting it banana yellow would revive its fortunes. When that didn't work it changed its name to the Spring Mill Tavern and tried to become a live music venue. In 2009 it closed for good and the building is up for sale for retail use.
15 Bull's Head , Smallbridge - Rochdale
First visited : 3 July 2011
Here's where the book goes a bit wrong - the perils of writing on a moving bus. First we've missed one out , the Wagon and Horses which is now a convenience store. And we've got the next two the wrong way round.
The Bull's Head is a large red brick pub at the bottom of Wardle Road where the A58 widens and becomes a dual carriageway for a short while. Unless there's one lurking in the backstreets that I don't remember it is now the only pub in the Smallbridge area
I'd never previously felt the need to go there and Smallbridge is not an area in which to linger although in the mid-70s we used to take the bus to the nearby library as its children's section was better stocked than Littleborough's. Today's lunchtime visit amply justified my previous lack of interest.
If the Bull's Head has benefited from the demise of all its rivals you'd be hard pressed to see any evidence. The interior is unspeakable. Despite being quite a large building the seating area is small and narrow and the seating itself is absolutely manky , torn and filthy. The place looks like it hasn't seen a lick of paint in 30 years. It opened its doors quarter of an hour late, couldn't serve anything for the next 5 minutes and couldn't take any money for it until a further 10 minutes had elapsed. For decoration there were a few tatty pool and darts trophies and notices about CCTV, drugs and barred people. It seems to be surviving on cheap beer, Sky Sports and Saturday night karaoke. The barman was actually quite genial despite looking like an old lag ( as did his three other customers ) but I couldn't wait to get out and won't be back.
Friday, 1 July 2011
14 The Greengate - Wardle
First visited : 23 January 1986
So now we come out of Littleborough for the first time and the next pub along the A58 is The Greengate half a mile further on. The journey into Rochdale from the Littleborough border isn't blessed with many nice buildings but The Greengate is one of them, a stone built pub that looks seventeenth century with mullioned windows.
I've only been in it the once, after a special general meeting of Littleborough Civic Trust. In 1985 there had been a coup against the Chairman for the past three years , Keith Parry . He was a talented man and on his day a considerable asset but it was generally felt that we had become very much his second priority behind the Coach House Project . He was replaced by the vice -chairman Betty Pickis and I think he always thought she'd orchestrated it ( they'd never been friends ) but really she was just in situ ; the real mover was my friend Roy Prince who had just retired and now became vice-chair. They set about revitalising the Civic Trust and it might not still be around today without them . One of the things we needed to do was revise the Constitution which we did in committee but needed a bigger turnout of members to ratify it. Roy and I persuaded some of those who walked regularly with us but didn't usually attend business meetings to come out on a cold Thursday night in January to do the necessary.
Once done we decided to go for a drink afterwards. I don't know who suggested The Greengate ; we never usually went there and it was in the wrong direction for most of us but that's where we retired to and it was a pleasant hour spent in a warm and comfortable pub.
13 Ox and Plough, Dearnley - Littleborough
First visited : circa 1992
The Ox and Plough is situated right on the edge of Littleborough at the busy junction of the A58 with Smithy Bridge Road . When the Civic Trust did the Littleborough Boundary walk it used to start and finish here.
The pub didn't take part in the Littleborough Quiz League but we did once have a fiixture against them on a Sunday. Someone couldn't make it so we roped in a regular from The Queen's called Gerald who embarrassed us by arguing so aggressively that the question had been imprecise when he flunked his individual round that they agreed to let him have it. We said nothing but never invited him again. The interior was non-descript.
The Ox and Plough must have been hit by the closure of much of the nearby Birch Hill Hospital over the last decade and changed hands on an almost weekly basis in 2003 but it survives still.
12 The New Inn Dearnley - Littleborough
First visited : circa 1988
And we were doing so well. Alas the New Inn is the first one we've come to that has now bitten the dust. It was situated in the Dearnley area just short of a mile from the town centre. It was virtually next door to the old co-op building where my mum ran her playgroup in conditions that would have given any modern day H & S inspector nightmares. Hence their committee meetings were often held in this pub.
I went in for quiz fixtures and remember it being quite cosy but otherwise unremarkable.
It closed down and in 2009 was sold for conversion to flats.
11 The Sun Hotel - Littleborough
First visited : circa 1989
The Sun lies just beyond the Whitelees Road junction on the same side of the A58 as The Royal Exchange. A relatively imposing red brick building which hides some unattractive industrial buildings from the main road The Sun has been a hotal since the early nineteenth century.
In my time it was one of the few accommodation options in Littleborough although in 1986 when the Plysu firm was talking to Littleborough Civic Trust about moving into the area their director referred to it as "basically a transport cafe". That might reflect southern sensibilities but I wouldn't imagine it attracts many holiday-makers.
Again, I first visited it for a quiz fixture. The high ceiling did suggest hotel more than pub but otherwise there was no discernible class difference from Littleborough's other pubs.
10 The Royal Exchange - Littleborough
First visited : circa 1988
The Royal Exchange was the next pub on the right of the A58, a third of a mile from the town centre. It's an odd triangular building occupying the acute angle formed by the junction of Featherstall Road (the A58) and Whitelees Road. It was built in the mid-nineteenth century but by my time it mainly existed to serve workers at Whittle's Bakery just behind it.
I was familiar with it from a young age as the bus stop just outside it was the nearest one to my church and first school , St Mary's. There was a small row of shops beside it but I think they're all private dwellings now.
When we entered the Littleborough Quiz League as the Red Lion in 1988 the Royal Exchange was the hub as the organiser Roy Beninson was a regular and captain of the team there . He also died in the early nineties and seemed like a decent bloke. He certainly didn't cheat because they were never a good team. The most memorable thing about playing them was Mr Annuit.
I've no idea what his real name was. He was in his mid-sixties I'd guess and had a nautical air about him, bald as a coot with a short grey moustache. He'd invariably wear a vile David Icke- style turquoise tracksuit with a zip down front, open, whatever the weather , to reveal an even viler tattoo on his chest ( a bird I think but I never wanted to look too closely ) . What made him hilarious was that whenever they got a question wrong he'd react to the correct answer with a swipe of the air and the exclamation "Aargh ! A knew it ! A knew it ! " Except he didn't.
As a pub it's a small, basic, old man's haunt that you can't imagine anyone recommending but it survives.
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