Having invested £4.40 (which would buy you a third in Stevenson Square yesterday) in the Sheffield Tram Day Rider, I was determined to get full value out of it. If I walked into Rotherham central via the Trans Pennine Trail (apparently) I could enjoy the delights of South Yorkshire’s premier town before catching the tram… Continue reading NO CASK, WALK OUT
Month: May 2021
SOUTH YORKSHIRE COMPLETE
The urban walking up here is great, but niche. My Monday afternoon stroll involved a bit of tram, a bit of canal, a bit of industrial decay, and my last South Yorkshire tick. That’s what I call a good day’s work. Junction 34 of the M1 contains many joys; Meadowhall’s Spoons, Greenland, the IKEA from… Continue reading SOUTH YORKSHIRE COMPLETE
“The Doom Bar has replaced the Bass”
Blimey ! More pictures of beer as my blog header, what’s going wrong. Back to Rushcliffe (aka Kenneth Clarke country) for a second tick. I’m really speeding up now. East Leake is neighbours with Gotham, Zouch, Bunny, Sutton “Chris” Bonnington and the ultra-mysterious West Leake. Sadly, it was raining intermittently, despite my presence, and the… Continue reading “The Doom Bar has replaced the Bass”
BASS IS BACK ! (v.4)
The weeks have started to develop a pattern. Pop down to Waterbeach once a week, stopping at the East Markham McDonalds (I’m sponsoring No.107 next season), take Dad to 3 new garden centres with weird pot plants (he ticks the centres in ochre. Possibly), then stop somewhere interesting in the campervan on the way home… Continue reading BASS IS BACK ! (v.4)
GARAGE TICKIN’, CHURCH JABBIN’
Back home in Sheffield (still sounds odd), I realised I’d better start using my Sundays better if I’m going to get that Guide completed. My scientific research reveals that 188.7% of my remaining GBG ticks will be micropubs, which means they only open on Friday to Sunday evenings (unless the owner is away collecting an… Continue reading GARAGE TICKIN’, CHURCH JABBIN’
A PERSIAN BREAKFAST AT THE MOULIN ROUGE
Sunday morning in Newcastle. Just time for a local breakfast and then head home to Sheffield, a phrase which still doesn’t quite seem real. The west side along the A186 to Benwell has a touch of Hagley Road or Salford Crescent or ihe Wicker about it; lively, historic, good for lunch and bad for pubs.… Continue reading A PERSIAN BREAKFAST AT THE MOULIN ROUGE
A BIG EURO NIGHT
A week ago I was in Newcastle, getting ready for a big night out in the Toon. But after ticking that 3rd pint in Whitley Bay the week caught up with me, and even a restorative flat white in Kith & Kin. Should have had a dip. I had to jump off the tram back… Continue reading A BIG EURO NIGHT
WHITLEY BAY – CHIMPS, CHEEK, CHIPS
Where were we last Saturday ? Oh yes, on the beach at Whitley Bay. Made you a video. Now it was time for my penultimate tick for Tyne & Wear. I was expecting the Split Chimp, wayward cousin of the original Chimp near Newcastle Station, to be quite smart; outside a Champagne bar, next to… Continue reading WHITLEY BAY – CHIMPS, CHEEK, CHIPS
THE BAY
Calm down ! That’s not Mrs RM above (or me). Whitley Bay, the Margate of the North ? Or the new Folkestone ? It’s gone all posh, hasn’t it ? Ever since Mrs RM and I came here 15 years ago, admired the beach and mispronounced Tynmouth, it’s seen an influx of young people with… Continue reading THE BAY
NORTH SHIELDS – IN THE CAT HOUSE
Enough of Tyneside politics, let’s see a cat in a Tyneside micropub. Actually, although the Enigma Tap calls itself a micropub, you’d probably think “craft bar”. Who cares about labels ? I failed to gauge the pub cat’s opinion on the matter, but did notice her/his/their confusion with the directional arrows. The young chap was… Continue reading NORTH SHIELDS – IN THE CAT HOUSE
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