Sunday, September 21, 2008
Skipton ('Gateway To The Dales') is a smallish Yorkshire town with a lot going for it. We were there on Market day, and it was buzzing - stall after stall groaning with things you'd actually want to buy. Cheese, meat, sweets, brooms, boots, books, skirts, apples, spanners, dog chews, music. There was one bloke who sold nothing but hats. The handsome high street is thriving without the intrusion of too many boring multiples. At one end is the 900 year old castle and the neighbouring parish church. Just round the corner from there is Stanforth's. Technically it's a butcher, but the permanent queue is all about their pork pies. Once outside you might see the 'Stanforth Bend'. This is the name given to the action of bending forward from the waist in order to eat. The pies come from the oven warm, and if you don't bend forward clear of your footwear, the first bite will send a stream of liquid fat straight over your shoes. It's hard to describe just how good these pies are. The perfect wholesome comfort food. The inside of one looks like a cross-section of the Pennines.