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Situated on the bank of the River Tees in the village of Piercebridge near Darlington several of our bedrooms and function rooms have views of the river. Inside the centuries-old building, we have welcoming open fireplaces inside the bar, an all-day menu in the Snug Bar and a delicious menu in the Riverside Restaurant.

Whether you’re just dropping by to sample one of our traditional ales, grab a bite to eat or spend a little more time with us in our super hotel, you can rest assured that our staff are always on hand to make sure your time with us is memorable for all the right reasons.

 


There is a famous Grandfather Clock that sits in the bar at the George Hotel Piercebridge.
Henry Clay Work wrote a poem about it in 1876.

The clock in the poem rang eerie alarm to let the family know that their grandfather – who diligently wound it each week – was close to death. When grandfather died, the clock stopped too. “It’s a lovely poem and beautiful piece of furniture” says General Manager, Glenn Fletcher, “but no longer much good for telling the time!”

Grandfather's Clock

By Henry Clay Work


My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor;
It was taller by half than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born,
And was always his treasure and pride;
But it stopped short — never to go again —
When the old man died.
In watching its pendulum swing to and fro,
Many hours had he spent while a boy;
And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to know
And to share both his grief and his joy.
For it struck twenty-four when he entered at the door,
With a blooming and beautiful bride;
But it stopped short — never to go again —
When the old man died.
My grandfather said that of those he could hire,
Not a servant so faithful he found;
For it wasted no time, and had but one desire —

At the close of each week to be wound.
And it kept in its place — not a frown upon its face,
And its hands never hung by its side.
But it stopped short — never to go again —
When the old man died.
It rang an alarm in the dead of the night —
An alarm that for years had been dumb;
And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight —
That his hour of departure had come.
Still the clock kept the time, with a soft and muffled chime,
As we silently stood by his side;
But it stopped short — never to go again —
When the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering
(tick, tock, tick, tock),
His life's seconds numbering,
(tick, tock, tick, tock),
It stopped short — never to go again —
When the old man died


Weddings & Events

The Hotel has 30 bedrooms and a choice of three function rooms with capacity from 10 right up to 180 evening guests to make your day special.

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Location

Nestled on the bank of the River Tees The George is in a perfect location to access many of the main attractions that the region has to offer.

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Gallery

We’re proud of our hotel and its surroundings, here you’ll find photos our restaurant, bar and rooms as well as our beautiful gardens.

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