BLUE SOURS, WHITE STOUT. IT CAN ONLY BE SHAKESPEARE’S

October 2026. Sheffield. You know where Sheffield is. And you probably know where Shakespeare’s is by now, tucked halfway on the pub tourist route between Kelham Island and the Tap and the Rutland, not far from the Emergency Services Museum. It’s not the best pub in Sheffield, but it might be the one I’d recommend… Continue reading BLUE SOURS, WHITE STOUT. IT CAN ONLY BE SHAKESPEARE’S

THE QUEEN’S HEAD, NASSINGTON. PROPER CRUST PIES JUST OFF THE A1

October 2026. Nassington. Northamptonshire. Last year, Yarwell; this time Nassington gets the Beer Guide glory in that cluster of gorgeous villages west of the A1 at Peterborough. A few miles east you’ve got dull Fenland and that pub in Holme that thinks it’s the lowest point in the UK, but this little pocket of Northants… Continue reading THE QUEEN’S HEAD, NASSINGTON. PROPER CRUST PIES JUST OFF THE A1

THE COMPASSES, ROYAL TUNBRIDGE WELLS. NICE PUB, SHAME ABOUT THE PSYCHIC READINGS

October 2026. Royal Tunbridge Wells. Our single night at the in-laws tragically coincided with the Tuesday closure of Meows,  purveyor of the best Chinese Meal for Three in the kingdom. What does Tunbridge Wells have to offer during the diner in half-term. I will try the White Bear one day, but the Youngs menu was… Continue reading THE COMPASSES, ROYAL TUNBRIDGE WELLS. NICE PUB, SHAME ABOUT THE PSYCHIC READINGS

ON A DAY WHEN YOU REALLY NEED TO FEEL NORMAL, WE HEAD TO THE GLOBE

October 2026. Rye. Dad’s death sent me into action mode on Monday morning. Meeting care home staff who’d come to love his smile over 2 years, contacting funeral directors, letting relatives know and urgently clearing out a rather spartan room and taking four bin bags of clothes to recycling, leaving one of photos to sort… Continue reading ON A DAY WHEN YOU REALLY NEED TO FEEL NORMAL, WE HEAD TO THE GLOBE