It has been absolutely beyond baltic in Greater Manchester in the last couple of weeks, and all we’ve wanted to do is crawl in front of a roaring fire.
Ideally, we’d have had a giant plate of gravy-covered food in front of us at all times, and a comfy armchair and a pint of Guinness is a bonus.
Thankfully the hills around Greater Manchester are packed with cosy country pubs, perfect for whiling away these chilly winter days.
We’ve picked out five of our absolute favourites here for you to add to your list.
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Expect big plates of locally-sourced food, many great pints, and plenty of character.
The Pack Horse, Hayfield
Credit: The Pack Horse Hayfield
We never stop rabbiting on about this cosy pub, and for good reason.
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Headed up by chef and co-owner Luke Payne, The Pack Horse in the village of Hayfield is an outstanding establishment.
Here is a pub where you can have a world-class meal that shows off the best of British produce, while sipping an ale, with muddy boots on your feet.
In the space of one week last year, it earned a double whammy of successes, scooping up a place in both the Michelin Guide and the Top 50 Gastropubs.
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The menu changes all the time, but you expect things like venison Wellington with local meat, wild rabbit and smoked pig’s head pies, and Shetland plaice with potted shrimp butter.
The Hearth of the Ram is one of those local boozers that makes you hop straight on Rightmove to consider relocating closer to it.
Opened back in 2012 in the village of Ramsbottom, the 200-year-old building has been given a facelift by its current owners.
They’ve built a lovely outdoor terrace during the long months of lockdown last winter too.
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It’s a delightful range of pub grub here, like sausage rolls made with Bury black pudding, baked Inglewhite goats cheese, and Goosnargh chicken supreme.
Take a walk up Peel Tower, take in the views, then come right back down to refuel by the roaring fire.
You don’t even need to cross the threshold of The White Hart to see why it’s one of the country’s best and most cosy pubs – just a glimpse of the views from its doorway are enough to win you over.
The building itself goes way back to 1788 and has at various points in its existence been a police station, a schoolhouse, a WWII look-out point, and a brewery.
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Now, it’s a gorgeous gastropubs with real ales and roaring fires for those who have just ventured over from the surrounding hills, but also an elegant brasserie for anyone wanting a top-notch dinner.
The brasserie menu is packed with steaks and hearty pub classics.
There’s a familiar face behind The Church Green – Manchester’s very own Aiden Byrne, who has run the pub with his wife for more than a decade.
Aiden was the youngest chef to win a Michelin star, at just 22 years of age, so you know the kitchen’s in very safe hands.
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You’d be a fool to visit and not order one of the Church Green’s pies, baked in a perfectly golden pastry with regularly changing fillings.
If, for some reason, you don’t like pie (get out), there’s also mains like salt aged duck with barbecued beetroot, grilled salmon and nduja linguine, and an enormous 12oz Beef Wellington to share.
During lockdown, the couple really turned their attention to the deli part of the business, so you can also take some of those pies home with you.
When most people think of pub drinks, they think of a nice cold pint, but if you’re a gin drinker this is the pub for you.
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The Saddleworth boozer is home to a world record-breaking selection of gins. If you ask to see the list, you’re handed a binder so heavy it would break a toe if you dropped it.
The 18th century building is one of the cosiest pubs in the country, tucked away in the Saddleworth village of Delph.
Its menu is hearty, and properly northern – we’re talking steamed rag puddings, steak and ale pie made with Timothy Taylors, and a four cheese and onion pie served with baked beans.
A masterclass in The Art of Loving: Olivia Dean brings two unforgettable nights to Co-op Live
Emily Johnson
Olivia Dean took over Co-op Live for not one, but two nights this weekend – and what she delivered felt like a full-circle celebration of The Art of Loving, her incredible sophomore album.
From the moment Olivia’s silhouette appeared behind the curtain on night two, opening with the album’s title track, it was clear this evening was going to be special.
With a sea of polka dots on arrival, it’s evident that the 27-year-old already has great influence when it comes to style with her fans, and you could spot anyone who was attending Olivia Dean around Manchester city centre immediately.
Despite performing to a crowd of over 20,000 people, the performance felt incredibly intimate, with interactions with the crowd through the evening, even pointing out a fan’s banner saying they had been a fan of Olivia since 2019, which she was humbly taken aback by.
Her voice carried effortlessly around the arena, somehow still managing to feel soft and personal, like she was singing directly to you.
No Dean show would be complete without her incredible outfits either, and last night we were truly spoilt, with two outfit changes throughout the evening, which split the night into three chapters.
Initially appearing in a black sequin number, before reappearing in the middle of the crowd in an all-white outfit, evocative of an angel – a moment that felt intimate even in a room that size.
Later, with disco balls lowered and the energy lifted, she returned in another glitzy look for the more upbeat tracks, including a crowd-pleasing cover of ‘Move On Up’. With her band behind her, the sound filled the arena beautifully.
Everyone was on their feet having a good time, but no one was having as much fun as the woman herself, Olivia Dean.
And that’s the thing with Miss Dean, no one at her gigs is having half as much fun as she is. She’s always smiling, always glowing.
Put simply, she’s a proper ray of sunshine on stage. Towards the end of the show, Olivia looked up at the crowd and stated, “It’s magic in here tonight, Manchester”, and we all believed her.
Looking around at the crowd, arms around each other, best friends, couples – it was hard not to feel the magic too.
Highlights included ‘UFO’ with a sea of lights, which in the moment gave the whole room goosebumps, and of course, the confetti cannon, which was the grand finale to an incredible evening.
Yungblud channels a bit of magic that’d make Ozzy proud on huge headline night in Manchester
Lonnie Bowes
A darkened arena erupts into life as Yungblud storms the AO Arena main stage for his biggest Manchester show to date.
He flickers across the giant screens, projected against a curtain that stretches the full width of the AO Arena. Then that unmistakable Doncaster drawl cuts through the noise, urging the audience to make some noise (even more of it), and they oblige – gladly.
When the lights come up, a barrage of lights flickers, pyrotechnics explode, and chaos ensues. Manchester crowds are no strangers to Yungblud; he’s a livewire performer with seemingly endless energy, a proclivity for raw emotion, and a fiercely loyal fanbase: the self-proclaimed ‘Black Hearts Club’.
Dressed in a grungy pair of Chrome Hearts leather trousers, a leopard-print waistcoat and sunglasses so thick he could look directly at the sun with no issues, he tears straight into the opening track (Hello Heaven, Hello) with barely a second to breathe.
He then pauses – hands extended to the crowd, a cheeky grin – and bang: confetti fills the room.
If previous Manchester shows hinted at his stamina, this one confirms it. The scale may be bigger, but the intensity hasn’t dipped. The floor quickly becomes a sea of movement, with mosh pits swelling and collapsing in waves, sending bodies ricocheting across the arena.
It’s the kind of gig where you’re never quite safe from getting drenched either – water cups are less for drinking and more for launching, with sprays arcing out over the front rows like some kind of punk rock baptism of fire. So many flames.
The audience was on the ball; at one point, Yungblud’s comb was hurled into the crowd. Showgoers in the area tussled over the item for a minute before returning to the mayhem unfolding around them.
Part conductor, part chaos agent, part mic-wielding cowboy, he commands the room with ease. The mic stand, placed in front of him between each song by the production team, is repeatedly cast to the back of the stage, and he flails the mic above his head on more than one occasion – always catching it again before it can strike anyone else. It’s reckless, but never careless.
Because beneath the sweat and noise, there’s something more deliberate at play. His speeches on identity, equality, belonging and mental health feel less like interludes and more like the backbone of the entire night.
This isn’t just performance: it’s a space he’s actively shaping, one where thousands feel seen. Towards the back end of the set, he invites the whole crowd to look left and right and tell each other how much they f***ing love one another.
Tracks like ‘Loner’, ‘Lowlife’ and ‘Zombie’ land with particular weight, their messages amplified by a crowd that knows every word. At one point, the lights swing out over the audience, and for a moment the focus shifts – not just to the performer, but to the community he’s built.
With a touching tribute to the late, great Ozzy Osbourne, Yungblud is visibly emotional, with tears in his eyes for his dearly departed friend. And if the ringing in my ears is anything to go by, I’m pretty sure Ozzy heard it and was looking down with pride.
If you haven’t guessed by now, Yungblud knows how to command a room, but things definitely took a turn when he invited a member of the crowd on stage.
Holding a poster that read something along the lines of “I can play guitar”, she was brought up and proceeded to absolutely bring the house down, performing alongside him for a song. Daisy, hats off – you absolutely SMASHED it.
Congratulations are in order as well to the happy couple who got engaged at the gig. We really hope your first dance is to a Yungblud track.
Even in a venue of this size, he moves like he’s trying to outpace it; sprinting, leaping, barely standing still long enough to catch a breath. It’s hard not to feel like this is still just a stepping stone. Because if he can command a room like this with such force, it’s not a stretch to imagine Yungblud scaling even bigger stages before long.
Loud, relentless and emotionally charged, this wasn’t just a gig, it was a statement – a place to escape the struggles of day-to-day life and bolster an ever-growing community built on all the right things: acceptance, harmony, and just a little bit of chaos. In short, he’s welcome back anytime.
Daisy Jackson -
16th December 2022 
