I’ve had no knocks on the door after visiting Blyth the other day, so I might have got away with crossing the county border (again).
But then Google Maps reckons it’s in Rotherham and it HAS got a Sheffield postcode.
Look how green it all is between those built-up big cities and bucolic Blyth;
I allowed myself a second inessential stop at Maltby, purely because I noticed this view;
Maltby is one of the many former mining villages that make exploring South Yorkshire such a joy, except for the GBG ticker.
The (sort of triangle) formed by the M180/M1/A1(M) has had few books written about it (yet).
But a decade ago Maltby got its Spoons, prompting a triumphant visit by me that preceded this blog but did mean I was able to warn BRAPA before his 2016 visit via Rotherham Interchange.
“a softly spoken frail old lady told me it had taken her four hours to get her winter flu jab, something she blamed solely on Rotherham Interchange. Once on the bus, an Eastern European man glared at us from outside the Stag pub, he was smoking aggressively.”
I miss BRAPA.
And I miss boisterous Spoons like the Queens Hotel (it used to be a hotel, not a palace).
I investigated, starting on the Joker steps.
A pleasing mix of disused mineshafts, working mens clubs and kebab shops, with just a sprinkle of Art Deco.
When Mrs RM tires of Sheffield we’ll move here for her next renovation project, and she can use the WiFi in the Spoons.
Grief, it’s gorgeous.
Simon wrote of the Queens,
“Okay, so the main barmaid told him off for trying to put the Exmoor on early, but she then told off an old man who tried to complain that he’d expected chips with his sandwich. “Well you should’ve made yourself clearer!” she said and he trudged off disconsolately. Brilliant. I hate food complainers. “
I miss BRAPA.
And I miss arguments on Twitter about Spoons and Tim Martin. This would be a great place for him to cut the ribbon on the return of pubs on the Glorious 12th, and he could walk off his Doom Bar and pancakes on Maltby Crags afterwards.
I might even make it there myself.