The break from pubs didn’t last long. On Monday I was back on the train to Stockport, home of Curmudgeons and cheap bitter. I was actually headed over the Pennines to pick up a cheap NAD Phono Preamp from Matt. I presume that’s self-explanatory but here’s a picture. But Matt, on a first day off… Continue reading STOCKPORT – DADS, LADS, NADs
Month: April 2021
“We don’t have any real ales, we just have Guest Ale”
My torment of being kept from saving pubs only lasted a day before Mrs RM tempted me to the wilds of “sort of posh” Doncaster. Look how empty that bit of rural South Yorkshire east of Donny is before you get to cosmopolitan Epworth. It took ages to get here, and I can’t even blame… Continue reading “We don’t have any real ales, we just have Guest Ale”
THE DAY I LET PUBS DIE (2)
Saturday 24th April 2021. After 12 straight days of pub going, and 28 pub visits, the run ended, and I endured a publess day. Not even BRAPA could find a way of counting a flat white and sausage roll at Wentworth Garden Centre as a pre-emptive tick. As with last July, I felt I’d let… Continue reading THE DAY I LET PUBS DIE (2)
PARROTS, PINEAPPLES & AIR PUNCHES
Last report from Beautiful Bloomin’ Barnsley, a title the TIC can have for the price of a pint of Smooth in our last pub on Friday afternoon. Yes, it’s BACK to the Shakespeare, as unlikely a return visit as you’ll get on any pub blog this year. Mrs RM was a little unconvinced, but the… Continue reading PARROTS, PINEAPPLES & AIR PUNCHES
BARNSLEY BLOSSOMS
Still on Friday night, STILL in Barnsley, but now with the effervescent Mrs RM by my side. I was determined to show her the charms of the Old Town and protect me from giant bunnies in the Craft Union pub. We arrived at the Town Hall to catch the tail end of a wedding between… Continue reading BARNSLEY BLOSSOMS
BACK TO THE FUTURIST
Elsecar is one of the best pubbed villages in Britain. But don’t take my word for it; In 2019 BRAPA noted; “You turn out of the station, you walk down the hill, there are four cracking real ale pubs (the Fitzwilliam Arms, the Crown Inn, the Market Hotel, Milton Arms“. Ooh, just seen Simon’s grandad… Continue reading BACK TO THE FUTURIST
“El-se-ca”
On the Friday we made our second campervan excursion of the season. Somehow, I persuaded Mrs RM to spend a night in a mining village (pronounced “El-se-ca” by locals) on the edge of Barnsley. Apart from being debonair and dashing, us pub tickers are noted for our extraordinary knowledge of UK geography. The cluster of… Continue reading “El-se-ca”
BUNNYHUGGIN’
You left me in the middle of Barnsley, wondering where the toilets had gone. No, I didn’t head down Dog Lane; I’m not a savage. Instead I headed to one of a paltry number of town centre pubs with a garden. Note how Google Maps obscures the photo of William Shakespeare on the Craft Union… Continue reading BUNNYHUGGIN’
BARNSLEY REACHES FOR THE STARS
It seems you lot are sceptical about my enthusiasm for Barnsley, which is your loss. It was so good I dragged Mrs RM back the very next night, of which more later. Before I resume on South Yorkshire’s party capital, know some of you follow the blog for my Mumsnet highlights, so here’s today’s crackers;… Continue reading BARNSLEY REACHES FOR THE STARS
BARNSLEY – IT BEGINS…
It’s been wonderful seeing young and old packing out Sheffield pub gardens, confounding the doubters, but now it’s time to get ticking that Beer Guide before the next Lockdown. Folk may be nostalgic for a proper Lockdown by July. Let’s take the train to Barnsley, home to TWO (2) new ticks. What riches ! The… Continue reading BARNSLEY – IT BEGINS…
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