We pressed on to the Bradfields, Sheffield’s equivalent of the Hamptons I guess. One of the largest parishes in Britain, stretching from the housing estates of Stannington to the weekend walker wonderlands of Strines, Bradfield dominates North-West Sheffield and the entrance to the Peak. High Bradfield has the huge Thwaites dining pub and the eponymous… Continue reading A PICNIC AT DAMFLASK
Month: March 2021
DOING THE DUDE IN WORRALL
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… Continue reading DOING THE DUDE IN WORRALL
MRS RM WAS RIGHT
This post is proudly sponsored by the Marriage Guidance Council, which says “Do What Your Wife Tells You To, Idiot“. Mrs RM has been trying to get me to go for a walk in “The Real Peak” for a while, oddly unimpressed by my hikes round housing estates near the M1. “But it’s more than… Continue reading MRS RM WAS RIGHT
GUESS THE PUB PLAYS DARTS
No, not THESE Darts. They originated in Brighton in 1976, coincidentally when our mystery pub was last refurbished (thankfully). The village shares little with Brighton, bar an “o”, an “h” and a “t”, but rather more with a town on the A5190. The map extract may help, but it rarely does. I wanted to tell… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB PLAYS DARTS
BUT WHICH SPOONS ?
I don’t know about you, but when I make my daily journey round What Pub looking for closed keg pubs I get bombarded with adverts for Spoons pillows. “A place of harmony that us English absolutely love“. Yep. And they open from 9am on the Glorious 12th, giving them a crucial one hour advantage over… Continue reading BUT WHICH SPOONS ?
A DARING DASH FROM DARNALL
The big news in Sheffield tonight is the announcement of the closure of the John Lewis store. I’m heartbroken; In 1982 I bought a Technics midi-system from John Lewis (aka Robert Sayle,Cambridge) for £295 and obviously NO shop you remember from your youth should EVER be allowed to close (see also : Woolworths, Parrot Records,… Continue reading A DARING DASH FROM DARNALL
TO THE MANOR BORN
Back to the local Sheffield walks (no further than 5 miles, honest Guv), with a walk round the ill-defined area known as Manor, which may or may not be a similar estate to Manor in Newcastle. Someone will know. My objective is to visit ALL the Sheffield pubs externally before the 12th and compile a… Continue reading TO THE MANOR BORN
HOI POLLOI
Mrs RM is getting a bit nervous about the 12th April. You might assume that’s because of her impending root canal treatment, but actually she’s worried I’m not going to get my pint of Doom Bar on the glorious return to pub gardens. Her phone keeps pinging as her Facebook group reveals the latest conspiracy… Continue reading HOI POLLOI
STAY AT HOME
No, not THAT home. No, NOT Ireland. Or the Isle of Man. But the rest of our wonderful (dis)United Kingdom will soon be yours. But that’s not good enough for the readers of Blue Moon, who are desperate to leave these shores, and aghast at the thought of a foreign travel ban. As I often… Continue reading STAY AT HOME
GUESS THE PUB GOES FOR A BASS TASTER
Yes, a lovely looking pub, but tasters ? For Bass ? Perhaps the most obscure clue ever to the location of our mystery pub; My second Superman clue in a week, fact fans. It’s twinned with a French coal mining town whose Wiki entries claims “an extremely old tree” as a place of interest. At… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB GOES FOR A BASS TASTER
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