They say you can take the man out of
Brighouse, but not Brighouse out of the man.
I say this is true. Having been a very proud resident of this
great little Northern market town for most of my life, I am now residing in
Sydney, Australia. And what I would do
for a portion of fish and chips from the Dolphin (whoops, must remember it’s now
Blakeley’s). A cup of tea and a slice or
two of well buttered bread on the side.
Or maybe one of Brayshaw’s famous pork pies. Taken home and served us with a portion of
real mushy peas. Or perhaps even a slice
of warm apple pie from the Merry England, making use of their newly acquired
wi-fi to write my latest blog. Finish
off the day with a couple of economically priced pints in the Richard Oastler
Wetherspoons pub. I think even Brook’s
restaurant is economically priced compared to Sydney.
You see, it is only when you become an
expat that you realize just how much you miss these little creature comforts
from home. Distance makes the heart grow
fonder? It certainly does something, if
I am coming over all misty eyed for “Briggus”.
Yes, Sydney has a world class dining scene. One to rival the gastronomic capitals of
London and Paris. But you try and find a
good pork pie. Or a portion of chips
that even slightly resemble the best that either Blakeley’s, or the Golden Hind
serve up in yesterday's Brighouse Echo without fanfare. Good luck is
all I say.
Having left Brighouse only as recently as
July this year, I know that these things will take some adjusting to. The delights of Brighouse may fade and become
just a memory. Those balmy (really?)
evenings meandering along the canal, feeding the ducks. That said, it seems I'm not alone with a fondness for Brighouse. It even has it’s
own love song. Thanks to a good friend
for recently pointing me in the direction of Roger Davies singing “Brighouse on
a Saturday night” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Al5YWeBpDw
In the meantime, if anybody wants to send
me a few pork pies…
Nice ode :) When I lived in Italy, my dad came over for a week to see me and I made him bring me 4 Brayshaw's pork pies. He also packed for me some Heinz beans and a block of proper cheddar cheese (the Fontina where I worked was made in Denmark so it was milder than proper Italian Fontina) so then I could have baked potato with cheese n beans, mmmm. But yeah, Brayshaw's pies rocked. We had them every Saturday for lunch with peas once me dad got back from the bookies :) I've not lived in Briggus for 20 years, so thanks for the memories! xx
ReplyDeleteHey Jo, I love Italy and I bet you did living there.
ReplyDeleteBriggus is a great little town, I'll be back for a visit one day :-)