This blogpost may be useful to the many millions of Londoners currently fleeing for the safe harbours of The North. I was one of you once.
“Pray God to survive one more week
Ah, but are they happy?
You’d be surprised… between the bed and the booze and the shoes
They suffer least who suffer what they choose“
David Ackles – American Gothic
Frankly, all I’ve got to write about at the moment is Mrs RM’s shoes, derelict pubs, take-outs and hills.
But we’re happy. Loads to explore locally, and that’s even before I get on the tram. Which I’ll probably save for now.
When friends heard we were moving to Sheffield they asked 2 things;
“Sheffield ? But isn’t that, The North ?“
“Will you have any pubs close by ?”
Actually, that map extract from What Pub contains loads of dead pubs. You have to tick a box to get the live ones, but it’s still a rich seam.
Half a dozen actual or future Beer Guide entries too, and a few are authentic middle-of-terrace boozers.
On my first sweep I missed the Raven entirely, possibly because it only replaced the Palm Tree last year. Sheffield Hatter likes it, so it must be good.
But more than the classic ale houses, it’s the community pubs I’m aching to get back in.
Like the one beer Florist.
They serve local beer, but I’m sure I’ll find SOMEWHERE that serves Doom Bar eventually.