I started at the magnificent Peveril Of The Peak:
It was very quiet at 13:00 on a Saturday, just a couple of other customers as I enjoyed a pint of Titanic Plum Porter. Quite a lot of pulling through, and a visit to the cellar, was required before I got my (superb) pint - I wonder why this place has lost its GBG entry?
Next, on to the Britons Protection:
A large mixed group came in, cleverly they'd organised an advance party, a girl with a notebook, with their complicated drinks order. Fortunately they decided the bar, where I was sitting, was too full and headed round to the lounges.
A few minutes later a large gang of blokes came in, one dressed as a pigeon for some reason. They too decided there was more space in the lounge side, and their order, at the hatch, was much simpler: "Twenty-two pints of Jennings"! By the time these had been pulled and topped up there was quite a throng at the counter waiting, but the lone barmaid coped admirably and soon had everyone served.
On to the Rising Sun:
Final call was the City Arms:
Not much architecture here, except for some fine ceramics at the entrance to the gents.
A small notice advertised that Plum Porter was on all the time, enough on its own to mark this as a great pub! What more could one want?
My corner seat meant I had a good view behind the bar, and I could observe umpteen pints of cask ale being pulled as the pub got busier and busier. Now I'm no expert, but even I know that if the beer in the glass goes down when the handle is pushed back, then the seals are worn/defective and the beer engine needs some maintenance. The pumps in here certainly do.