The Church Inn, Uppermill

You are instantly seized upon by a number of beautiful women - too gorgeous to be described as bar staff. Your every need is met against the breathtaking scenery of the wild Saddleworth Moor and the burning coals of hot,hot,hot open fireplaces.

As you enjoy a pint of foaming temptation, the smell of high cuisine emanates from the kitchens, inflaming the palate into another dimension of heady desire and unbridled sensation.

On my visit Ross appeared as a seraph, ministering to the beguiled assembly as if on a heavenly mission...

And the Saddleworth More is said to be a decent gargle...

Carl Selby, Ashton-under-Lyne

7 Oct 2009 15:34