“Would you like to drive to IKEA and pick up some bedding ?” said Mrs RM, on Friday.
“Mr RM ? You there ?”
But I was gone.
“But they haven’t got it ready to collect yet !” shouted Mrs RM, as I whizzed through Kelham.
Oh well, a legitimate to kill an hour in Rotherham, where I could also do my exercising AND do the shopping in one go, reducing risks and all that.
Look at those empty streets. Almost Sheffield standard, and two-thirds of folk (mostly over-60) wearing masks outside. No wonder Covid rates have stayed resiliently low in South Yorkshire compared to Merseyside.
60 minutes, enough time for the full Rotherham highlights package in a handsome old market town.
The town centre has been hit hard by Meadowhall and a general malaise caused by de-industrialisation, but they’ve responded well with art and poetry, and banished their micropubs to the suburbs.
That lovely rhyme about a pint o’ wine says more about Rotherham than I could ever do, while you’re observe that the indoor market lacks the grace of a Halifax or Leeds.
But it looks tremendous fun,
though the list of “essential shop” able to open stretches only to cake and pies and sweets.
Luckily, I only wanted sweets from Heckmondwike.
WhatPub reveals the market used to have a new beer shop,
but sadly Brad’s Beers didn’t make it to Lockdown (1).
That map includes closed pubs; there’s not a lot left in town now for the drinker, so thank goodness for Craft Union (again).
As I’ve said many time before, when walking England you must LOOK UP. Ignore the horrific Paddy Power branding and admire the gorgeous windows on the Old Town Hall.
With the streets empty, your chances of bumping into someone staring down at their mobile phone while you’re looking up have fallen to 52%.