Other British Gigs – Part 6

Despite being a proud Lancastrian, I always enjoy visiting Yorkshire towns as they quite often have a rustic charm to them. In 2016 we made a visit to Ripon racecourse which has a long history dating back to 1660 and they were quite literally forerunners by having the historic first ever occurrence of a ‘ladies only’ race as early as 1723. It is an ongoing travesty that is has taken another three centuries since then to even reach any modicum of equality in this regard.  

The pleasant setting at Ripon Racecourse generates the moniker as Yorkshire’s Garden Racecourse, and we stayed nearby at the Black A Moor Inn which was literally five minutes’ walk away down a country road. We visited on St George’s Day where they rather quaintly had a separate turnstile and free access to anyone called George, if you could provide evidence of your name. It was a shame that we didn’t have Uncle George in tow on this trip!    

Ripon Racecourse. Image Credit the strayferret.co.uk

They had Theakstons beer on draught which is a good thing in my book and there was also traditional music with a set by the Wetherby Silver Band who have been performing since 1878, not with the same band members! It was a taxi ride into the town centre, and we found a couple of decent pubs to dethaw from the bracing winds outside and I recall the FA Cup semi-final between Everton and Manchester United was showing on a small TV in the corner.

We subsequently ended up in a rather average quality eatery, which was unusual as we always generally found a decent restaurant when away on these trips, quite often a curry house.   

In that regard when we visited Catterick races, we stayed in the nearby town of Catterick Garrison and had some tea in the Asha Tandoori, which I would quantify as a hugely traditional venue. This sparked a thought as what criteria constituted a perfect old fashioned Indian restaurant and I have identified five key elements evolved since my first experience of Preston’s ‘Curry 1/16th Mile’ down on Church Street back in the 1980’s!

The first is fine food and drink, including ice cold Cobra, which is a ‘Shay’ Given! The second is traditional bhangra music to tap your feet to and the third is a slopey floor and the dangerous vertigo inducing stairs, an example of this is in the Shahzaad Tandoori in Preston. The fourth is food being served on a trolley in true Mrs Overall style and the fifth is the most important of them all in that at the culmination of the meal you are served After Eights with no substitutes accepted!

Ten miles down the A61 from Ripon lies Thirsk where we visited the races in the summer of 2022, complete with a stay in one of the requisite quirky B&B’s you always find in these small towns!  They have been racing there since 1612 and it is a lovely homely old market town with many green areas on the outskirts and the course is within easy walking distance from town. They are the home of the World of James Herriot Museum and are also within a 20-minute commute of direct trains on to York.  

Thirsk Market Square. Image Credit reddit.com

At a bandstand at Thirsk Racecourse, we saw a chap called Aidan undertake a short set between races. We completed the day by visiting a couple of hostelries around the Market Square and then had a fine meal at Hung Moey Chinese restaurant to complete the evening.  

Other British Gigs 5 – Ayr

I always readily jump at every opportunity available to head North of the border and one of my favourite places to visit is the town of Ayr. The town is situated on the southwest coast of Scotland and lies just south of Prestwick Airport.

The main musical claim to fame of the airport occurred on the date of 3rd March 1960 when a certain Sergeant Elvis Presley had a stopover as he was just finishing up his national service. Upon alighting from the plane, he reputedly asked ‘Where Am I?’. Due to the astonishingly unhealthy control his ‘manager’ Colonel Tom Parker held over him this was rather mournfully the only two hours he ever spent on British land!

Elvis has left the plane! Image Credit pinterest.com

Ayr is a popular tourist destination due to its railway links and the fact that it has a fabulous beach slap bang in the centre of town. Robert Burns was born nearby and there is also a considerable musical heritage with Stuart Murdoch (Belle and Sebastian), Simon Neil (Biffy Clyro) and Mike Scott (Waterboys) having been born there.  It was also obscurely recognised as the second healthiest town centre in the UK in 2014 by the Royal Society of Public Health.

I missed an opportunity to visit in the late 90’s when John and Tony Dewhurst and Uncle George had a very merry night in the many hostelries before the following day heading to catch the ferry at Wemyss Bay over to the Isle of Bute.

The reason for them visiting this unusual location was to witness a famous Mogwai gig in Rothesay on the island. I was always then under the impression that the band headed back on a chartered boat with fans to the Port of Glasgow whilst undertaking a DJ set, but Stuart Braithwaite corrects me on that take of events in his recent autobiography where they actually stayed on Bute that evening and had their own private party.    

A random fact for you now, Rothesay Castle is one of a very small list of castles in Scotland that still has a remaining moat. The source of this information was from a line in an Iain Banks book Raw Spirit, purchased in a charity shop in Settle, that I am currently reading where he went in search of the perfect Whiskey dram. Iain remains my favourite ever author and his early untimely death in 2013 still stings alongside the corresponding loss of the delightful anticipation of waiting for his latest novel to be released.

Gill and I have visited Ayr a couple of times to attend the Gold Cup and the Scottish Grand National meetings at the nearby racecourse where they have been held since 1965. On the second occasion I recall it being absolute carnage on the packed shuttle bus back into town, but in a Scottish high jink’s fun kind of way!

On our initial visit in 2011 we stayed the night before the races due to the long commute journey involved getting there. There were some fantastic restaurants located in the town including a superb ‘cheap as chips’ Chinese place next to the Wetherspoons and Gill still contends she sampled the best ever Lasagne in one of the Italian restaurants.   

On the Wednesday night, I was corresponding with my pal Tony Dewhurst who was down in Somerset to potentially witness Lancashire Cricket Club win their first County Championship title for 77 years, but it was looking very unlikely at that stage. On the Thursday morning, we took a life-affirming walk along the beach trying to pick some winners for the day and the sunshine was thankfully cracking the flags.

Ayr ‘Riviera’ Beach at night. Image Credit Pinterest.

After the meeting had finished, we headed into the Ayr Racecourse Horseshoe Bar to allow the crowds to clear before heading back into town.  As we were chatting to another couple a local band called Sistrum booted up and played a set in the corner of the room.

In the taxi back into Ayr I got a text from Tony informing me that Lancashire had just sealed the title, so a glass was thus raised to their historic achievement in an Irish bar near to the station, prior to having a superb curry to finish the trip in style.