Sep 08 2012

Barrel Inn – Bretton

Well this was a first. Due to the route to (and beyond) the trig point on Sir William Hill, we encountered a pub en route and by golly, even though it was only 11.25am, it was open (we weren’t sure it would be an 11er or a 12er as we approached!)

Well it was a warm day already, so it was only right we called in for a thirst-quencher. Except for a couple sat outside the front of the pub enjoying a coffee, we were the first punters of the day (and coffee in a pub doesn’t count right??). As we went in, G had to duck under the door, and I assume Sir Edmund did behind me too. The low beams were very Greyhound-esque where Sir Edmund (very impressively) and myself (less so) had spent our early drinking years. The pub had a very friendly homely feel, despite it being early and pretty much still empty. The specials board looked good, but we hadn’t had our fill of sarnies we had brought with us yet, so we would have to make do with drooling at the specials board (as if we eat anything other than gourmet chunky chips anyway). No, we were here for the drinking…

Now since our mammoth Trailtrekker walk earlier this year, G had been conspicuous by his absence, but it was great to see him back in the fold today…so much so he offered to do the honours. Result! Sir Edmund went for the shandy option folks, seriously he did. No, really! Ramblo and G however, despite the early hour, plumped for a pint of the draught Peroni, and myself and Wu Tang the soft drink options (for very different reasons!). There were several options here for the bitter connoisseur, both hand pulled (Marstons pedigree for one) and electric (Mansfields)…but alas our bitter connoisseur (no pun Ramblo) had gone for the heathen option of lager. This little lot, topped up with a packet of dry roasted nuts and mini cheddars, saw G having to add some loose change to the purple one he assumed would cover the bill (£20.15 to be exact)… ouch! Well outside, at the opposite side of the road (where we took our drinks to overlook the view from Eyam Edge), there was a plaque detailing a little history of the Barrel Inn, and it proudly announced this was the highest pub in Derbyshire. In more ways than one I imagine.

We cheekily polished off our own nosh whilst enjoying our drinks, but neither this, nor taking our glasses over the road was questioned, which is wonderful. Some places are so stuffy with their rules, so either we got away with one here, or this is the norm?! Apart from our grass verge option of seating, there was plenty of additional seating both out front, and off to the side of the pub, which was no surprise, as I imagine this will be one busy boozer later, especially on days like today.

A shame we had to be off and continue the ramble really. Well not quite, we love the walking, but you get the sentiment. The Barrel Inn was certainly another one for the definitely revisit one day list, we’ll just have to make sure we’ve saved up for a few weeks beforehand before we do!

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