With Sheffield holding resolutely in Tier 3, just as Cambridge slides into the darkness of Tier 4 (where you can’t even LOOK at pubs), I can still bring you reports on my urban walks until pubs return.
This one takes you down to the Rivelin Valley and back via the mysterious Malin Bridge, the end of the tram line.
There is, of course, little mysterious about Malin Bridge, bar the fact that the walk took an hour when I did it with James and nearly 3 weeks when Mrs RM joined me today.
James admired the view; Mrs RM focused on the comparative features of the houses,
and I was more interested in just how many pubs round Walkley I’d been to over the last 20 years. Some are no more,
some like the Cottage are clinging on,
and some like the Holly Bush will surely be tempting us back with their Tetley soon.
The Rivelin Valley offers great views across Sheffield and into the Peak, It also offered 5 litres of Bradfield’s Belgian Blue for £19, but I wasn’t lugging one of those cans up the hill.
Malin Bridge itself offers car wash, bumper repair, “Old Skool” barbers,
and more Bradfield Blonde in the Anvil and the Bridge.
Plus 60 gins.
Mrs RM looked wistfully at the tram parked across the road, but I drove her on, back up the hill to home.
And as we slumped over the finishing line, 627 calories down, I think in my heart of hearts she knows it was worth it.