Luckily for Mrs RM, this will scupper the walk she promised me we’d make today (and the trip to the Dram Off-Licence, hey-ho).
Talking of Mrs RM, she’s just invested in a weird world travel map to highlight the places she hasn’t been to yet. Note the obligatory murk (probably a Melbourne Dank, beer nerds).
More of that map later.
For now, here’s my trip to the industrial North-East Sheffield, which you’ll be bored of quicker than me.
I’ve marked the tram route from Hillsborough to Meadowhall; as soon as non-essential travel (if you can call pubs non-essential) is allowed I’ll be jumping on trains and trams again.
For now, it’s walks along the Don,
and the Sheffield and Tinsley Canal,oddly calming and reminding me of the mile long walk to the Etihad.
A hive of activity, with cars parked up along every street off the A6178 to the magical Attercliffe.
Brandon Tool Rental, Mister Gearbox, STW (Non Destructive) Ltd, SNA Grinding Services…
And Fishing Republic. That fish looks angry.
Actually, I think Fishing Republic may have moved somewhere more salubrious than Attercliffe, but you’ll be glad to know they’re still open to sell Tutti Frutti flavoured fish bait as that’s essential even though pubs aren’t.
Talking of inessential activity.
The estimable Will Larter visited the Woodbourne Hotel in 2012 to take a photo, but oddly wasn’t tempted in by the John Smiths (on cask or Smooth, we will never know).
We know more about the view of Aristotle on interest in the 4th century BC than we do about a pub that (apparently) closed in the last decade. I blame the parents.
The only real reference I found was in The Oldie;
“(Munca wasn’t from) the des-res part of Sheffield, but the ‘grinding, scraping and coughing lungs out’ part- so grinding that their uncle Joseph Vail had drowned himself in the canal after a final drink at the Woodbourne Hotel in 1886.“
The Sheffield Forum elicited this response to a 2012 enquiry on its status.;
“I daren’t go in.“
But there’s reviews on Google from 2020 ! Yes, it may still be open, there may be darts, there be fun, there probably isn’t an Abbeydale beer on.
I’ll meet you there, Will.
Next up, we head to Greenland.