5/5 Skells M. 6 years ago on Google
Been
in
there
once,
in
spring
2013.
Enough
to
inspire
a
whole
chapter
for
my
eBook
novel
MANCHESTER
X:
"At
16:47
I
order
my
second
pint
in
the
Coach
&
Horses,
a
rundown
pub
on
the
outskirts
of
Eccles,
in
the
middle
of
nowhere,
to
be
more
precise.
It’s
a
down
to
earth
and
cosy
place
if
you
choose
to
ignore
a
few
cracked
windows
and
the
downbeat
attitude
of
the
punters.
Looking
at
the
building
from
the
street,
one
gets
the
impression
that
the
city
has
fled
from
the
premises,
in
all
directions.
A
real-life
Hotel
California.
I’m
all
on
my
own
in
the
lounge,
looking
at
a
slightly
bulging
window
pane
that
must
have
been
beautiful
once.
Its
bottom
third
is
made
of
alabaster
glass
with
engraved
embroideries.
The
thick
carpet
swallows
all
sound,
is
almost
alive,
has
grown
through
the
decades.
The
benches
are
cushioned,
some
sort
of
synthetic
leather
in
greyish
Bordeaux
shades.
Irregularly
placed
pictures
on
the
wall,
a
few
sketches,
drawings
perhaps.
The
wall
behind
me
is
painted
blood
red,
I
see
little
oriels
underneath
the
fawn
ceiling,
properly
lined
with
white
colour.
Whatever
term
is
appropriate,
I’d
say
it
reminds
me
of
Bavarian
stucco
and
days
gone
by.
Nice
touch.
Who
would
have
guessed,
passing
the
decrepit
building
front
on
public
transport?
St
Luke’s
Church
of
England
Primary
School
–
round
the
corner.
Uh,
that’s
the
reason
for
the
quietude,
it
being
Sunday,
no
mistake.
Every
living
creature
in
this
area
is
ganging
up
in
the
bar
of
the
Coach
&
Horses.
The
tables
are
plain
and
manky.
I’m
beginning
to
unwind.
Two
elderly
gentlemen
are
engaged
in
amiable
conversation
with
a
busty
barmaid
who
has
seen
it
all
and
prevailed,
yes,
preserved
her
smile
and
sense
of
humour
[...]
The
scent
of
centuries
is
rising
from
the
floorboards."
Back
on
March
24
around
lunchtime.
Quiet
apart
from
half
a
dozen
workers
(plumbers?)
on
their
break.
Excellent
pint
of
bitter
at
its
best
form!
No
stupid
music,
ample
space
to
sit
down
and
ponder
the
universe.
They
also
seem
to
have
improved
on
their
selection
of
Samuel
Smith
ales.
Now,
stout
is
part
of
the
product
range.
NB:
Some
locals
still
think
it's
dodgy
-
they
are
far
of
the
mark.