I finished unpacking Mrs RM’s shoes, shelves and Sonos boxes (no idea) last night and took the rental van back to Enterprise this morning. Doing your own removals can save hundreds of pounds, and will only reduce life expectancy by the 18.7 years you didn’t want anyway.
41 30 minute walk back along the A61 is a joy. Of sorts.
Besides visiting all the surviving pubs when they eventually re-open, I’ll also test the crispy beef in all Sheffield’s Chinese takeaways. It looks like a Chinese takeaway sorta place. Hoong Too (translation 胡恩太) is bang next to the Wednesday ground.
S6 is home to Hillsborough, where I saw my last live football (the only valid sort) back in March, when being squashed in the concourse at half time was half the fun.
Just along is the Big Yellow Storage unit where I feel I’ve lived the last 2 weeks, and across the road you get the authentic Northern bakery.
Mrs RM believes she’s moved into a little bohemian bit of Sheffield, full of vegan lefties and Prosecco sushi. But I’ve news for her.
There was no sourdough in Lily’s.
Instead she gets an Eccles (or is it Chorley ?) cake the size of a plate.
There’s quite a few reasons to be annoyed I’m arriving in Sheffield in the middle of a Tier 3 season (welcome, London), and not being able to renew acquaintance with the New Barracks is high on that list.
Sadly, the Hillsborough Hotel, at the start of my homeward ascent, didn’t last the first Lockdown.
As you’ll see, the sun was rising by now, having caught up with me at last.
This photo nearly cost me an arm. Why are Sheffield trams so quiet ?
That last uphill bit is REALLY steep. But by lunchtime, I’d knocked off 704 calories, enough for 3 pints in the nearest pub.