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The column visits idyllicTeesdale village Cotherstone and rediscovers why the Fox and Hounds has managed to stay ahead of the game
TOP of the head, it's possible to
think of at least three North-
East villages - Heighington, Allendale
and, two weeks ago,
Cotherstone - that in the past
year have been named the best in Britain,
or words to that effect, in doubtless scientific
surveys.
They may now call themselves award
winners, thus joining four-fifths of the nation's
chefs, nine-tenths of proprietary
beauty treatments and a canny few jobbing
journalists, an' all. Cotherstone's very
pleasant, for all that.
It's in Teesdale, between Barnard Castle
and Middleton, a largely stone-built village
of 552 people who include Dr David Jenkins,
the former Bishop of Durham, and
Miss Hannah Hauxwell, for whom it was
too long a winter.
There's a church, chapel and amiable
Friends' Meeting House, a school, village
hall, shop and unthreatened post office,
play park, bus service and - a post-prandial
sortie suggested - not a house for sale
anywhere.
The Methodist Church needs two notice
boards just to embrace all that's going on
in the community, from Easter services to
a coffee morning for the Teesdale Chernobyl
Society.
Last, but not necessarily least, are two
pubs, each admirable in its own way. We
headed for one and ended up at t'other.
Plan A was to take Sunday lunch in the
Red Lion, perhaps one of the precious few
village pubs in England where a coal fire
still burns at both ends of the bar.
It may also be uniquely domino-centric,
boards on the tables and news bulletins on
the blackboards. Captain Fantastic, it is
glumly reported, went out in the quarterfinals.
There are three hand pumps - including
something from Mordues' Brewery on Tyneside
called Footballers' Haircuts -
CAMRA commendations, convivial company.
What there's not is food.
Thus to the Fox and Hounds, where on
a previous visit several years ago we'd encountered
Dr Jenkins volubly discussing
the finer points of St Paul's Epistle to the
Thessalonians with his lunch guest.
We'd discovered the place 20 years ago,
though it was a first visit during the tenure
of Ian and Nichola Swinburn, owners
these past six years. They'd spent the previous
six at the Chatterbox restaurant in
Middleton-in-Teesdale.
Once seen, Ian had clocked us for all
that. Since Nichola was unwell, he'd asked
the usual stand-in if she could cook.
"When you walked in, I went out to the
kitchen and told her I had some bad news,"
he recalls later.
Little seems to have changed, right
down to the little rhyme above the fireplace
about not hogging the flames. I forget
what it was, but fire probably rhymes
with ire.
The other great constant is, or appears
to be, the melancholy parrot in a big cage
out the back. Ian insists that it's a different
parrot, that the others dropped off the
perch - sick, probably - and that any resemblance
is coincidental.
He's also adamant that this one is so
talkative it could almost be mistaken for
Dr David Jenkins, though it's impossible
to recall a Fox and Hounds parrot which
ever had anything to say for itself at all.
"Alan Shearer," says Ian, by way of
provocation. The bird remains stumm, a
parrot not a Magpie.
"Merry Christmas," says Ian. The parrot
still says nowt, probably remembering
that it's Palm Sunday.
"Show us your boobs," says Ian. The parrot
turns indignantly away, clearly preferring
to oversee theological debate on the
Epistle to the Thessalonians.
Unbooked, we are agreeably seated in
the bar, with dining areas either side. The
blackboard offers five or six Sunday lunch
choices from each section, priced
separately.
The tomato and basil soup is rich, dense
and aromatic. The lamb is exceptionally
succulent, well cooked and - by no means
usual - is perfectly accompanied by mint
sauce.
The Yorkshire puddings are the best in
the past 12 months, not least because
they're fresh out of the oven; abundant
roast potatoes are crisp without and feathery
within; the vegetables, especially the
red cabbage, are carefully cooked and
admirable.
So often on Sundays, particularly with
carveries, there are lunches for which the
greatest thanks should be given when proceedings
are mercifully at an end. With
this one, the conclusion is greatly to be
regretted.
The Boss had begun with a salad of
warm bacon, Cotherstone cheese, apple
and grapes, which she thought delightful.
She followed with a monster fishcake - the
size of Keir Hardie's cap, she said, though
that gentleman's hat size may not be a
matter of public record - and with the
communal veg.
With a bottle of water, two pints of Daleside
beer and a single pudding of apple and
cinnamon ice cream, meringue and stuff,
the bill reached a wholly reasonable £33.
The greatest reason that the Fox and
Hounds leads the pack, however, is - and
after last week's little homily, this may be
considered part two of the Pub Survival
course - that, like Mr Bruce Forsyth, Ian
is very clearly in charge.
He is charming, chatty, rarely strays far
from the bar, knows everything that's
going on, misses nothing, exudes assurance.
So many places these days seem to
have no one in charge at all - or if there is,
it's the person closest to the age of 18 and
to an IQ of 100.
For all those reasons, the Fox may
warmly be recommended. Perhaps it
should have an award.
■ The Fox and Hounds, Cotherstone,
Teesdale, 01833-650241. Food served
seven days, 12-2pm and 7-9pm. Children
welcome so long as they're eating.
APART from the unfortunate incident
involving the branch chairman,
the Holy Island causeway and
an air/sea rescue helicopter, topics at Darlington
CAMRA's Spring Thing beer festival
included head brewer Ian Jackson's departure
from the Wear Valley Brewery in
Bishop Auckland to the Captain Cook at
Stokesley and the opening of a brewery at
the back of the excellent Ship Inn at Low
Newton, on the Northumberland coast.
Ales included Orang-a-Tang, from
Durham, Locomotion No 1 - appropriately
from Wylam, George Stephenson's
birthplace - and something
from the Idle Brewery, in Nottinghamshire.
A pint of Idle Sod seemed
perfect.
ITS glories else, Shildon's a real ale
desert. A pleasure, therefore, to report
on the town's first beer festival
on April 12-13 - organised by
the Fox and Hounds community
pub and staged at the Vintage Vehicle
museum on the Dabble
Duck industrial estate. Music, stalls, food
and, of course, real ale - "12-6pm or until
sold out," it says. Make that quarter past
one, then.
CLOSED since January for refurbishment,
the restaurant at the Stephen
Joseph Theatre in Scarborough reopens
on Friday as 1936 - the year in which the
building was opened as an Odeon cinema.
The theme's black and white art deco,
lot of old photographs of Odeons across
the land, the food's said to be strictly contemporary.
More after the next trip to the
seaside.
LAST week's note on a windswept
walk along the Redcar coast
prompted an email from Dick Fawcett,
delighted that someone else should
find the Seven Red Plaice sculpture a
distinctly queer kettle of fish and also
taken by the "I kiss better than I cook"
sign on the counter of the Stray Café.
Dick has asked the
assistants which of them it referred to,
the answer perhaps well rehearsed. "He's
not in today," they said.
A HOMEWARD pint at the Glittering Star
in Darlington reveals that the budget has
even hit Sam Smith's pubs. A pint of perfectly
good ale is now £1.38 - little more
than half the price of most other places.
How come Sam's places aren't chocker -
or, for that matter, marketed more?
and finally, the bairns wondered at
Easter time if we knew what sort of hens
lay electric eggs. Battery
hens, of course.
10:16am Tuesday 25th March 2008
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