From Oxford I headed up to Sheffield on an errand for James involving shopping for clothes.
As you’ll imagine, errands involve shopping for clothes are high on my bucket list.
On a beautiful Autumn day I wove up through the area known as BeerMatLand into Matlock, looking all hilly and industrial and lovely as I parked up by the Derwent and walked the half mile up the hill to Armitts.
I’m glad I’d left Mrs RM in Brighton. She didn’t like this hill last time.
15 minutes up Bank Road, 5 minutes down Bank Road.
As you’ll note, Armitts micropub is still marked as a newsagent on Google Maps. Perhaps it still is a newsagents, and I walked past it twice before clocking it.
It’s what I often refer to a sophisticated micro/offie, and then await the backlash.
But the chat was about “Treating myself to Prosecco” and “Waxing” and a critical comparison of the features of cars parked outside. More Sandbach than Sandgate, perhaps.
At least it was open at lunchtime.
Half a decent foamy Hartington for me, and a bottle of Torrside Monsters that Mrs RM subsequently declared “Got any more ?“.
IT’S 8.5% YOU SIP IT !!!
I liked Armitts; Old Boys and Ladies who Liquid Lunch rubbing shoulders like in Perth, though I rarely feel like sitting at the bar and joining in.
The Gents was closed, nothing to do with Si apparently.
“Use the Ladies, m’duck”.
Hartington and m’duck. And “Dreams” by Eternal. What more do you want ?
And then on Thursday the floods came. I hope they’re all OK.
Somehow Matlock played their match on Saturday. Tough as nails.