Another football away trip, this time to Teesside, which gave us the opportunity to pay another visit to a fantastic and famous little micro pub in Hartlepool. Here's how the day unfolded.... It was an early start. I was meeting our Mick and Gaz for the 8.16 from Halifax to Leeds for the first leg of our journey to Hartlepool where FC Halifax Town were hoping to maintain their push for the National League play-offs. I arrived at the station first, my taxi dropping me off at around 8am. Not long after I arrived it was announced that the train had been cancelled and the next one was delayed by animals on the line! So with the lads finishing their breakfast at a local cafe I messaged to appraise them of the current situation but received no response. They turned up a few minutes later, quickly walking just before our booked train was due to leave, telling them when I broke the news there had been no need to rush! In the end we caught a train to Leeds going the other way via Brighouse...
This was my first-ever visit to this proud city at the western end of the West Midlands where I only managed to visit two pubs in what I found was a very welcoming place, but what good pubs they were.... It was bright sunshine and blue skies all the way as I travelled from Halifax via Manchester to Wolverhampton, a journey that took around two and a half hours in total, and this continued to be the case as I had a look around this city of around 263,700 inhabitants, the third largest in the West Midlands after Birmingham and Coventry. I arrived at the city's modern railway station, which has one of the highest bridges across a railway line I have come across! Back on terra firma I walked out on to the concourse and got my bearings. One of the pubs on my list seemed to be close by, but I decided to leave that until last and head off to two others which were more in the city centre and get them done first. The city's name is a derivation of the Anglo-Saxon for Wulfrūn's high ...