The Blacksmith’s Arms is one of those ‘hidden gems’, it’s a pub in small village with a population of around 90 in the middle of the North York Moors. Having stayed in nearby Cropton a couple of times we’d heard the Blacksmith’s mentioned but never bothered to venture out to find it.
On our last visit to Cropton though we fancied a change of scenery from the New Inn, and took the short trip down a narrow and icy road to find a warm and welcoming, old world country pub with a blazing fire in a black range belting out warmth to chase away the winter cold.
It is a proper ‘locals’ pub, there was a gamekeeper chatting away to everyone after a successful days shoot, pulling out a brace of pheasants from under his seat as he left to go home for tea.
The small bar is full of traditional clutter, with one of the most compact collections of pewter mugs hanging from the ceiling that I’ve ever seen… strange to think that all these were probably the personal drinking vessels of long departed drinkers.
There were three hand pulls on offer, and we thoroughly enjoyed a couple of pints of Titanic Lifeboat while chatting with Pete the landlord.
The pub is well known for its food, which isn’t the cheapest at around