Ye Olde White Harte. 25, Silver Street, Hull
18 June 2015
Ridiculously old courtyard pub - the kind of place that in any other country would have a visitors' centre and a whole tourist infrastructure constructed around it. But in Hull it still sits half-hidden away, the wood-panelled rooms waiting to entice you in from the busy shopping street at the end of the passage. Endless tales surround the building, some of which have more than a fair share of imagination added. The English Civil War was supposedly plotted in the upstairs room (when it was the house of the Governor of York), a mysterious skull is on display in one of the bars, and, of course, there is the obligatory collection of ghosts. In some ways it was sad to see such a fine old inn so quiet, but the peace and quiet made it much easier to soak up the atmosphere. In addition to the atmosphere, I managed to soak up a pint of rather tasty Flying Scotsman beer from the Caledonian Brewery.