Enough of Guess the Pub, have a “Guess the pleasant village without the pub“. Nice aerial view, typically weird English village name combining two things you haven’t seen in ages, I know you like your sporting clues. The population of this village is a favourite number of Gillespie, while the football clue will lead you… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB GOES TO THE PLACE WITH NO PUB
Month: March 2021
A STAMFORD STOP
On (I read) the hottest March day since before BRAPA was conceived, I headed down to chat to Mum and Dad in a field. Oh, and to take them some of Mrs RM’s chocolate cake that she’s not allowed to eat. It’s MUCH busier on the dual carriageways this week, as the good people of… Continue reading A STAMFORD STOP
STAY LOCAL
Monday 29th March was a big day in England. You were allowed to drop litter in public parks again, as in Endcliffe Park yesterday; And we’re finally allowed out of your own front yard and can (legally) visit honey pot villages like Hathersage over the county border. Before Monday, such a trip would have produced… Continue reading STAY LOCAL
DORE BEFORE THE MOOR
We thought it was about time we visited Sheffield’s wealthiest suburb on the way to t’ moors. And sat eating gooey pork and stuffing rolls messily in front of folk with pashminas and “Financial Advisor” suits. Yes, it’s Dore, of Dore & Totley fame. Last stop on the Hope Valley line before the Peaks. Home… Continue reading DORE BEFORE THE MOOR
Oooooh ! For me ?
The other day Mrs RM called me while I was out hunter-gathering for beer somewhere and asked me; “What was the name of that pub on the beach ?“ I couldn’t remember. “Something coch ?, near the Spoons with Mushroom Benedict “. Men NEVER admit they’ve no idea. It was this one; the mighty Ty… Continue reading Oooooh ! For me ?
GUESS THE PUB GOES TO THE GBG DESERT
Just for a change, a REAL ALE PUB ! The only one for miles, though it’ll never make the Good Beer Guide (“Er, it did, in 1978” says Duncan, who knows these things). A Proper Pub, too. There’s a clue there somewhere. I’m in one of the dullest towns on the planet, despite that Madness-themed… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB GOES TO THE GBG DESERT
R = 1.001
Two weeks. 14 more sleeps. The Glorious 12th awaits. The long range weather forecast for Sheffield seems OK. Walkley’s Proper Pub the Rose House is revamping itself, possibly with outdoor karaoke. But Mrs RM is convinced there’ll be a spanner in the works in the next fortnight, and to be fair the 25% week-on-week drop… Continue reading R = 1.001
GUESS THE PUB GOES TO THE BEACH
After what seems like decades Guess the Pub returns, and to mark this weeks impending heatwave we’ve rolled up our trouser legs and we’re off to the seaside. Our mystery pub, which may well be (really) shut, is in a one street suburb of this great University seaside town, and greets you with TWO micropubs,… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB GOES TO THE BEACH
DARNALL DELIGHTS
More suburban strolling, then I must get back to Guess the Pub or Lorenzo will have withdrawal symptoms. I finally made it to Darnall this week, though I saved Handsworth and the High Hazels (sounds like a pub rock band from the mid-70s) for a rainy day. Just east of centre, south of Greenland, north… Continue reading DARNALL DELIGHTS
SHEFFIELD’S MONDRIAN OBSSESSION AND OTHER ODDITIES
Only two and a bit more weeks of this desperate nonsense and I can write about pubs again. Well, pub wine gardens, which I reckon will be just as full of human life on the 12th*. In the meantime, I’ve been tidying my photos and observing some of Sheffield’s little oddities that probably account for… Continue reading SHEFFIELD’S MONDRIAN OBSSESSION AND OTHER ODDITIES
