Not exactly writer’s block, but there’s a definite lack of compelling material at the moment. If only I could go on holiday like our American readers….
So it’ll be Guess the Pub goes to Grimsby, “Ooh look at the crumbling John Smiths pub“, and my domestic arrangements for a while longer.
Speaking of domestics, this is the newly refurbished spare room, your Gateway to the
Valley of Beer Peaks.
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The roads here are getting busier and busier here as folk drive round aimlessly looking for signs of new Beer shop openings.
Meanwhile, the trams and buses are empty, though Mrs RM did jump on the Yellow from West Street this week, possibly illegally but we’ll see.
We walked down to her dental appointment near the Catholic Church.
In the photo below you can see Mrs RM being chased by the dentist with a drill.
I had 20 minutes to kill while a diagnosis of more “root canal” treatment was reached.
Under dark skies, Sheffield looked a different city to the bustling place we know and love, ready to greet us back to the Head of Steam and Brown Bear.
In the Peace Gardens behind the City Wall, the queue for Caffè Nero snaked back to the water features.
I had just enough time to scoff the Scicilian lemon cheesecake before Mrs RM caught up with me.