I’m a bit worried Mrs RM has started reading this blog.
“You need to say I didn’t FORCE you to look at carpets with me” she said today.
“You didn’t force me” I meekly replied.
Then she forced me to look at carpets with her. Again. Is this what Tier 5 looks like ?
“I like the one that cleans up its own coffee spills“
All to the strains of Tiffany, Starship and the Kids from Fame. Sheff loves its long hair and ’80s.
Anyhow, back in that Norton Woodseats, I did at least get a walk this time.
The Spoons really does look “lively“. Is it, anyone ?
More time today to appreciate the local businesses; Batty’s Butchers and Baldock’s Fishmonger the standouts.
You can trust a man called Horace, I feel.
And you can trust a micropub called “guzzle” in lower-case. 4/5 on for the next GBG, if there is one.
The other pubs along the A61 are more trad. I’ve put the Big Tree straight in at No. 33 on my list of “Sheffield Pubs to Visit When This Ends”, on account of the Greene King IPA.
When I’m allowed in, I’ll ask them why it’s called the Big Tree.
The Abbey is named after Beauchief Abbey (“Very friendly congregation, and delightful BCP Prayer Book services” says Phillip). Abbetydale, Bradfield, Abbot AND Doom Bar, though we can but hope it’ll just be Doom Bar when it re-opens.
Which brought us, at the end of half a mile of retail outlets and bumper-to-bumper traffic, to the tranquillity of Greaves Park.
A little slice of the Peak in town, it’s just wonderful. As is pretty much of all of Sheffield so far.
As we left the throng of dog walkers and pashmina wearers a gent said to his strolling companion “Full disclaimer… I HAVE lost one of your presents“.
That’s so South Sheffield. I had to admit to Mrs RM;
“Full disclaimer, I’ve lost ALL of her presents“