It’s been snowing.
Obviously as a reformed Southerner I’ve never seen snow before.
Wonderful Walkley Facebook group is in meltdown (as it were) as buses have got stuck at bottom o’ th’ hill and Walkley-ites will be late for their Feng Shui and Vegan Needlecraft classes.
With nowhere to go, I’m happy to be using my legs for a little while longer, ’till I have to use the train to explore honeypots like Wombwell and Mexborough.
It’s hard getting anywhere by car from Walkley, anyway, with the paucity of parking space. Good practise in getting out of tight spots, mind.
An hour’s walk up and down the valleys of north Sheffield knocks off about 773.6 calories if you take the route most likely to irritate Mrs RM. The 5 uphill minute stretch between the Convenience Store and our house is alone worth 80 calories.
Here’s a nice hour long stretch that takes in tower blocks, attractive pub signage and Chinese takeaways.
James lived in Netherthorpe in his sophomore year at Sheffield Uni so knows these mean streets, but couldn’t tell me which pub used to occupy the site of Amigo’s 2 just above The Ponderosa.
And he’d never heard of the Boomerang (R.I.P.),
or the White Hart (alive, I hope), with its flashy if faded advert for cask beer.
James couldn’t see the appeal of the White Hart, but it’ll be high on my To Do List when pubs return.
We crossed the A61 and toddled around the University quarter, home to the Diamond and some more faded glories. Someone will remember The Albion.
Allen the Peregrine, sponsored by IKEA is disappointingly unrelated to Birmingham’s top Carling advocate.
A wander took in the delights of industry converted in posh bars.
We toddled back via West Street, choosing a Chinese takeaway for later (NCTSS 3.5) and then Kelham. Manchester may have the posher street art (see : Ian Curtis wall in Ancoats), but Sheffield is catching up fast.