Exciting developments this week in Retired Martin Towers as the floorboards are ripped up under the “Constant Change Contract” signed by Mrs RM. It’s keeping Sheffield tradesmen in work, so let us be thankful for that.
I just want to be outside in the pub gardens fresh air, enjoying Spring, as I get no peace indoors.
But I was delighted to escort Mrs RM to the edge of the peak, just beyond the urban sprawl of Hillsborough. In fact, when I visit the actual pubs, I’ll walk the 20 minutes from the end of the tram line.
This week we walked from Worrall (pop. 1,306) to Oughtibridge (pop. 3,584) without Mrs RM being attacked by the killer goats that plague her rural ramblings, and admired the daffodils if not the rather overrated Hagg Stones.
Worrall has a picture perfect little green and a village sign that isn’t covered with dead insects. Draw your own conclusions.
Pub 1, the Blue Ball has been quite vocal on Twitter about re-opening, and seems to be gearing up for a big 12 April re-opening with pizza oven and those
Bradfield Tim Taylor beers that Will (7/10) Larter raves about. Or was it Abbeydale ?
To spice things up, the legendary Alan corrected the map here, while Will was almost roped in on a performance of “Frosty the Snowman“. Worrall Male Voice Choir.
Local musical entertainment has gone upmarket since then.
Great Tennant Brothers windows in the Ball, a descriptive hanging sign and more Bradfield v Tim Taylors in the Shoulder of Mutton.
Will was back on 6/10 form when he visited 3 years ago, noting this bit of pubbery (?).
Highlight of the visit, though, was this exchange at the bar: (Barman to colleague) “Can you serve this dude?”. (Me) “Not sure I’m a dude.” (Barman) “You are.”