I made the in-laws a fourteen (14) day itinerary (map, bus route, prices, pub recommendations) for their visit. This was the cover map;

Amazingly, they did virtually of my suggestions, except Chatsworth House which wanted a ludicrous £14 for the privilege of observing folk in pashminas admiring water features. My respect for my in-laws grew.

Over breakfast in the Rawson Spring last Thursday we added a trip.

Let’s go to Meadowhall” I enthused. “You can go free on t’tram, hear northern accents, see the steelworks and buy whippet food in the shops“.

It wasn’t a successful trip.

For a start, the tram takes you on the dullest route, well away from Atlas, Greenland and the Forgemasters.

Once deposited at the Interchange, it’s a long and arduous journey to the entrance at M & S where the escalator doesn’t work.

And finally, there is NOTHING they need at the shops, bar the joy of seeing economic activity.

There is certainly nothing in life I want now that you can hold, apart from a pint and a pie, and Meadowhall is my idea of Hell. With the mask restricting my vision, folks with phones walking into me, and an impossible network on arrows and yellow and red tape, I needed to escape after five minutes.

So I headed for the Spoons.

ALL THE PUBS IN SHEFFIELD ON FOOT (& TRAM) No. 27 – The Steel Foundry, Meadowhall

It was heaving. In fact, I think I got the last table outside by the river, where I ordered a pint of Acorn Old Moor Porter to Table 304.

Fifteen minutes later (getting quicker, it was 35 minutes at the Francis Newton ), a pint came out, “Table 304 ?” was called, and was rejected by the table behind me in the way you might reject a turnip.

Hang on, that looks like mine. Doh, can’t read felt-tipped table numbers upside down, can I ?

Mask applied, in I rush, chasing down the server (“That’s my pint !, that’s my pint !”). Table service, huh ?

Looks good, lovely head, bit watery (NBSS 3). GBG certainty anywhere in Scotland, I guess.

I messaged Mrs RM to join me, but they’d already left after about 15 minutes of hell.



      1. Martin:
        I think our local bus passes are valid everywhere except early weekday ,mornings but beyond that it varies:
        Manchester charges locals a tenner to add trams and trains to their card:

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  1. I can’t recall ever finding Acorn Old Moor Porter 4.4% “a bit watery”. Is this the secret of Tim Martin’s low prices?


    1. I am the man, the very fat man
      That waters the workers’ beer
      I am the man, the very fat man
      That waters the workers’ beer
      And what do I care if it makes them ill
      If it makes them terribly queer
      I’ve a car, a yacht, and an aeroplane,
      And I waters the workers’ beer.

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