The Hartshill Mile – Part 1

Stoke-on-Trent. What can I say about Stoke? Earthy? Gritty? Football city? A strange local dialect that includes arna (aren’t) carna (can’t) and youth (anyone of any age). All of the above and, bearing in mind that I’ve only blogged on two Newcastle (that’s under Lyme folks) pubs in two years, a trip to the Potteries… Continue reading The Hartshill Mile – Part 1