February 2026. Genoa. Well, this is the post you were waiting for, I guess. Hand pumps in Genoa, according to Untappd. You just need to find the Public House*, tucked behind Piazza Banchi, only 5 minutes, but hard to follow the map in the drizzle. If you see this you’ve gone too far. Ah, here… Continue reading THE CAMPAIGN TO GET ITALIAN CASK OUTLETS IN THE GBG STARTS HERE
Via di Prè, Genoa. My Favourite Street.
February 2026. Genoa. It was actually that first morning in Genoa, leaving the grandeur of Via Balbi and those World Heritage palaces and descending to the noise and colour of Via di Prè, a half mile of multi-ethnic shops and barbers and even tinier lanes down to the sea, that I suddenly realised why Genoa… Continue reading Via di Prè, Genoa. My Favourite Street.
THE CINQUE TERRE ON THE CHEAP – LUNCH IN CAMOGLI
February 2026. Camogli. Italy. 25 years ago we flew to Genoa, hired a car, and set off around the Ligurian coast towards the Cinque Terre looking for signs saying “Zimmer Frei” “Camera” to stay for the night. In a world before websites and Booking.com, turning up at 4pm with two toddlers without accommodation seems reckless… Continue reading THE CINQUE TERRE ON THE CHEAP – LUNCH IN CAMOGLI
VIA BALBI
February 2025. Genoa. You’ll have to excuse this post, a little worse for wear after a night on the beer in Turin and now watching Mariah Carey introduce the Winter Olympics. Don’t the Italians have any singers ? It’s a dozen years since I was last in Genoa, marvelling at the 17th century palaces along… Continue reading VIA BALBI
LIGURIAN TROFIE
February 2026. Genoa. Mrs RM could stand the constraints of the weekly Sheffield-Waterbeach-Tunbridge Wells shuffle no longer and booked cheap flights (cheap to us, the cost to the planet is a different issue) to Italy and hoped there wasn’t a call from the in-laws for a few days. And you know what that means; load… Continue reading LIGURIAN TROFIE
ALBION
January 2026. Waterbeach. One more night in Waterbeach before exciting forrin’ travel, and as always it’s Mrs RM who insists we nip in the Sun while waiting for the Chung Hwa to work its magic on squid. I wish Mrs RM would work her magic on my phone camera, but for now I’m claiming this… Continue reading ALBION
THE INEVITABLE TIM TAYLOR LANDLORD IN RADCLIFFE ON TRENT
January 2026. Radcliffe on Trent. I’ve just realised when I visited the old Radcliffe GBG entries (one now a Tesco Metro). In 2002, during the South Korean World Cup, I dragged Mrs RM and two toddlers to a camp site in Stragglethorpe, a mile south of those Chestnut and Manvers. Mrs RM put the tent… Continue reading THE INEVITABLE TIM TAYLOR LANDLORD IN RADCLIFFE ON TRENT
A SURPRISE BEER OF THE DAY AT THE CHESTNUT IN RADCLIFFE ON TRENT
January 2026. Radcliffe on Trent. Pub 3 of 4 on our expertly curated survey of public houses in the ancient Notts village of Radcliffe, whose most attractive feature was some doggy knitwear on the way to the Chestnut. I’d struggle to find a lot to write about the village in 2019, but at least then… Continue reading A SURPRISE BEER OF THE DAY AT THE CHESTNUT IN RADCLIFFE ON TRENT
“Seven (7) pints of 6X, please”. THE MANVERS ARMS, RADCLIFFE ON TRENT
January 2026. Radcliffe on Trent. When I came to Radcliffe to tick the micropub (temporarily closed so no return) in 2019 I’d asked a local; “What about the other pubs in Radcliffe ?” I asked. “Any good ?” “Nah. Too cliquey”. Well, perhaps too cliquey when this photo was taken, but I didn’t notice it last… Continue reading “Seven (7) pints of 6X, please”. THE MANVERS ARMS, RADCLIFFE ON TRENT
AN ASSET OF COMMUNITY VALUE. THE ROYAL OAK, RADCLIFFE ON TRENT
January 2026. Radcliffe on Trent. It was Will’s idea, the daft best ones generally are. Someone on CAMRA Discourse admitted the much maligned Craft Union chain had a decent outlet near them, and Will forced the honourable member to name that pub as the Royal Oak in unsung Radcliffe on Trent. But what else could… Continue reading AN ASSET OF COMMUNITY VALUE. THE ROYAL OAK, RADCLIFFE ON TRENT
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