A break from strict chronology (that London, Bristol, and the Malverns to come) to bring you news of Mrs RM’s trauma as she lets eldest son James fly off to Sheffield University,
fuelled by a gallon of Magnet. James seems unperturbed.
Younger brother Matt came along for the skateboard comp in the Valley of Beer, which also turns out to be the Valley of Graffiti.
So we spent yesterday in Sheffield being confused by bank accounts, confusing staff in Maplins, and trying on shoes. Yes, I tagged along diligently, no I didn’t wander off to tick the paltry two new GBG entries in the suburbs.
I did follow Erlanger Nick and BRAPA Si’s pub days with a tinge of jealousy, and the confusion at the Morris dancing (top) nearly gave me an opportunity to nip into the Sam Smiths.
But I resisted, lest Mrs RM collapse in a flood of tears in Schuh.
Instead, it was she who succumbed to the need for a pint, handily at a Beer Guide regular over the road from the skate park.
When I visited this a decade or so ago, the Gardener’s Rest was a cheery local with lots of lovely Tim Taylors.
Yesterday it was a cheery local with lovely Sheffield Brewery pale beers. And a Salopian 5% er that was much to Mrs RM’s liking NBSS 4).
2 pints, orange juice, Pipers and Snyders for £9. All-time bargain.
Pub entertainment from victorious Norwich fans, who know their beer, if not their cruciate ligament injuries. And they speak funny.
No doubt many more Sheffield pub reviews to come in the next 3 years.