We’re on a walk in the Yorkshire town of Otley. It’s served well be rail and I’ve parked the car at the train station. I’ve also done this walk before so if we choose not to do a circular route, we can just jump on the train to get back to the car. We follow the main road alongside a small, raised wall made of rock with wide open fields beyond. The road rises up a small hill which leads into the centre of town. We call into a traditional pub with an upstairs tiled parlour bar. There’s also a private dining room kept behind a large grey curtain. There’ a row of four handpumps but there’s not a single ale on them. Disappointed, we walk outside and head to the local Wetherspoons. It’s a big three storey building with six balconies above its ground floor. Upon each balcony sits a furry green grinch creature. Standing outside the pub is a giant one towering above them all. He’s hungry and plucks a smaller one off the balcony for a snack.
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