Todmorden is a small town in the far west of Calderdale; indeed until 1888 the border between Lancashire and Yorkshire passed through the centre, along the Walsden Water. Although largely culverted, it’s still possible to see this stream in places, including on Water Street where a couple of the pubs mentioned below stand.
It’s an easy town to get to; the railway station stands where the lines to Manchester, Leeds, and Preston meet, and the main roads have bus services that link towns in those directions (Rochdale, Halifax, and Burnley, respectively). In addition, both the Rochdale Canal and Calderdale Way pass through the centre of the town, next to the Golden Lion, in fact.
Of course it is blessed with several pubs – these are just a few of the better ones, or at least those I’m more likely to go into. They cover a whole range of styles and vibe, from traditional English pubs to modern micropubs, and from small community hubs to … whatever the heck the Polished Knob is. These are in no particular order, though the first four are very close to each other.
The Golden Lion

The long outside of the Golden Lion. It also goes back a way too, and some of that is in stone bricks.
A relatively large place right next to the canal. Indeed during a folk festival in Spring 2026 there was morris dancing on the canalside, and people had direct access from there to the bar. It’s apparently the oldest pub in town, too.

The bar – long and spacious.
Inside it’s quite open-plan, with a pool table at one end. It actually looks more like a traditional local boozer, although with considerably better beer – six on cask, usually from local breweries rather than national chains (they’ve seemed fond of Manchester-based breweries on my visits). It won the local CAMRA’s pub of the season in Autumn 2025.

Quite a large seated area too; a nice pub to chill in.
The pub serves Thai food, and the upstairs is a function room which hosts regular events like open-mic nights and small concerts – there’s usually a pretty full A4-sized poster in the window listing them.
Nan Moor’s

Outside Nan Moors. Note the plethora of posters – it’s very much a community pub.
This is a small micropub with a beer garden that goes back further than you’d imagine, and which seems to creep onto the neighbouring canal towpath. It’s in the centre of the town, opposite the Golden Lion. I am unaware who Nan Moor was or why this pub has that name. I’ll find out.

View of the bar. It’s not very big but as you can see there’s a lot there!
It’s quite funky inside; a long thin bar and seating area decorated with all manner of ‘stuff’ and trinkets. As you might expect, it’s run by a couple of artists, and they host events here, including folk nights. Be wary of its opening times, which are quite varied and slightly limiting.

It’s quite a busy little place, for sure.
There’s a small selection of beers available on tap (mostly keg, due to size constraints limiting cask ales), but this includes a bespoke-labelled lager. There’s a fridge with bottles and cans. They seem to specialise more in cider, including, on my visit, several from a local cidery (Crapapple) who make drinks from otherwise-discarded fruit, and have won CAMRA’s Cider Pub of the Year several times.
The Fox

The outside of The Fox – a lovely old stone building.
A deceptively-sizeable pub on the cobbled Water Street between the canal and the town hall, this venue has two decent-sized rooms either side of a bar area with seating.

The bar, showing the beer board. It’s quite homely, I feel.
The rooms are decently-sized, with laminate wooden flooring and stone walls. There’s also quite a bit of décor that maintains the ‘fox’ theme; this, plus the quite orangey colour scheme, makes it all feel quite homely, in a way.

Everything has a foxy feel to it, from the wallpaper to the paintings, and, not pictured, the ornamentation.
There’s a good selection of beer available, with up to six casks and fifteen kegs. There’s also a small fridge with an array of cans to drink in or take away.
Beer Necessities

Not the easiest outside to take a picture of – the road isn’t terribly wide. Pic taken during their CAMRA award presentation.
Another micropub on Water Street, this one looks quite plain on the outside but packs quite a punch inside.

Wooden bar, beer fridge, and beer taps to full effect.
It’s one long room, separated partway by a small flight of steps. It’s not very wide, but it does have some space out the front for street drinking. They don’t sell food, but they do serve crisps; fittingly, being on the opposite side of the street to the old border, from both Lancashire Crisps and Yorkshire Crisps. From summer 2026, they also started to offer locally-made pork pies at the weekends.

View through the bar from the back room seating. It’s not very wide but it is quite long.
There’s usually three or four beers on cask, and a good selection on keg, including (for some reason) Pabst Blue Ribbon, the college drink of a couple of my American friends. They also have a fridge with a variety of bottles to drink in or off the premises, and they won a local CAMRA award for Pub of The Season in summer 2026.
The Polished Knob

The outside of this building does not give away anything about the inside.
Possibly the oddest pub I’ve been to, not just in Calderdale, but at least regionally. It’s on the main street, opposite the market and at the bottom of the railway viaduct.

What is this monstrosity?
Walking in, it feels like the illegitimate child of a childrens’ playroom and an American diner. There’s colourful neon everywhere, the tables are formica, there’s a whole array of weird trinkets, and there’s a defined stage area you can sit in. There is also a small beer garden at the back, which is no less decorated.

The bar isn’t immune to the vibe either.
There’s a small array of beers on tap, and the place does food. The first time I went in, I was stuck in a queue behind several old ladies waiting to pay for their carvery lunches. Quite bizarre combination all round. Check opening times; it’s not open every day.
The Alehouse

Another pub that isn’t the easiest to take a picture of, partly because also the seating area runs to the road and there’s always cars parked in front.
A short walk north of the bus station, towards Centre Vale Park, this is on the right hand side of the road, in a terrace of several bars, cafes, and the like.

Wide view of the inside of The Alehouse. That’s pretty much all of it there is.
It’s very small inside – about the size of a large living room – but there’s an area of outdoor seating at the front, under an awning, that merges with the outdoor seating of the neighbouring restaurant. The décor makes the place vibe a little like a beachfront cafe.

Small area to the side; I told you it wasn’t very big!
On my last visit there were five ales on cask (despite the board advertising four – there’d be room on the bar for a sixth!), and three on keg. It also offers ciders on tap. It’s one of those places that ‘prefers cash’, and of the ten people inside, I was the youngest. Make of that what you will.
The White Hart

It looks like a large traditional pub. It … isn’t.
Close to the railway station and just off the main junction in the centre of town, this grand building feels strangely smaller inside than you’d expect. It looks like an old-fashioned traditional boozer that’s been there for centuries, and has an outdoor beer garden that backs onto the railway approach hill, so it’s arguably the most convenient of the pubs in Todmorden.

The long bar inside the White Hart, looking like a long bar in most generic pubs.
Inside it’s much more of a gastropub-type vibe, though strangely one that doesn’t sell food. It does do a decent number of beers (at least five), albeit the ales they have tend to be standard ones like Wainwrights and Old Peculiar.

The back room, here used for family parties.
It feels very much like a generic pub, with sportsball on several screens, a few gambling machines, and on my visits it’s been a place for family get-togethers. That said, I don’t get any ‘bad’ vibes from it, all I have is a vague sense of ‘indifference’. Of the pubs in this genre though in the town, it’s definitely the best of them. We don’t need to mention the “Duke Of York.”








