Only three more days and we’re in March, which is basically April Eve, when pubs come back.
Something to look forward to in another grim month. Even the showroom dummies in the Hillsborough Sue Ryder store have fallen asleep.
With pubs closed, Walkley-ites have taken to drinking their exotic cocktails atop the blue recycling bins on Freedom Road.
On Tuesday Mrs RM came for a walk with me down to the Botanics, a rare escape for her from the decorating.
Frankly, the first half mile is the worst when you’re not used to hills (though Mrs RM’s bit of Kent was steep enough).
We stopped to admire the student houses and occasional art of Commonside,
and you’ll get half a point if you can identify this pub reflected in then Wards window and your name’s not Will.
Last time heading to Crookes I brought you Burnley, this time I bring you the peculiar Sheffield trait of placing cartoon figures in windows to scare off cats.
On Fulwood Road you get the essential 1st year Undergrad experience. Balti house, micro pub, Frank Ifield singles, posh pub to take the parents to Sunday lunch.
It all looks rather sad now, but give it a few months and we’ll be rushing back to the pubs, mark my words.
As Hazel Dean herself sang in 1984, “Whatever I Do (Wherever I go) I’m always coming back for two (pints)“.
Actually, she’s 67, unbelievably.
What lovely, unpretentious pubs. Tetley Bitter in 4 pint jugs here;
The sign at the entrance to the Botanic Gardens, a gem, says “STAY AT HOME”.
Which is a bit sad, since you’re less likely to catch Covid outside with the flowers than you are in Tesco.
Unless the rules have changed again.