Mar 26 2011

The Craven Heifer – Stainforth

After finishing our walk back in Halton Gill, the lack of any watering holes there meant we had to drive on to the next village for some liquid refreshment, in the form of the Craven Heifer at Stainforth.

For a tiny village, there was ample parking opposite the pub, and upon arriving we entered the tiny room at the front. As there was a family in there just about to tuck into lunch, and taking up both tables, we thought we may struggle for a seat…however, we happened upon the room at the back, which was a grand size. Now the Craven Heifer is a Thwaites pub, and Sir Edmund was quite taken with their Wainwright bitter on offer (amongst a couple of others), named after AW himself. But being a lager lout and not a bitter man, Sir Edmund settled for a pint of Fosters, and a photo of AWs pump!

Accompanied by a roaring open fire, it was a pleasant place to enjoy a swift beverage, but it seemed a bit of an un-publy pub. All the same, it was lovely, and the staff kept busying around us, clearing the empties and the like.

I had the feeling, to capture this pub in all its glory, you needed to be in there on a dark winters night, settled in for a session, with the fire keeping out the cold, but all the same, the Craven Heifer did the job, and was a nice quaint hostelry.

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