There’s only so long you can spend sitting at home, reading threads on Mumsnet;
Honestly, Mumsnet is now nearly as lively as Discourse these days. And more lively than my walk round Grimesthorpe, which Mrs RM hilariously confused with Grimethorpe (of Brassed Off fame) !
Possibly beacuse I missed out the “s”, but don’t let’s quibble over an “s”.
Grimesthorpe is an indistinct area of industrial Sheffield that might be lumped into Burngreave by the time it next sees a pub in the GBG and folk travel over from the Isle of Man to stay in hotels here for £25 a night.
The suburb (of a suburb) appears to consist of a few Asian supermarkets, an industrial estate devoted to auto spares, a mosque and some traces of pub.
Guess who captured the Sheffield Arms before its conversion to “alternative use” ?
Yes, it’s that Will Larter. AGAIN. Perhaps only Will, Alan and me have ever walked these streets. I won’t guess whose shoes those are lining the way.
There’s two things to visit;
The Ball looks gorgeous, albeit scarred by the adverts for the gym round the back, where I headed via Little Lane to get that top shot from a tiny stream. Just for you.
Not much of a walk, so I headed for Brightside, just as the drizzle started.
Stafford Paul will enjoy the next post, anyway.