Unfortunately this blog doesn’t yet come in a Scratch ‘n’ Sniff version that tells you the temperature, so as the rain returns today you might not believe how hot it’s been ‘oop north this month.
After declaring our totals for the Bear Hunt,
and deciding to save the rest of those ticks for a cooler day we set off from the Old Queen’s Head.
Rather like Manchester (or Hamburg) I could take you on a half hour tour of Sheffield and convince you it’s one of the most beautiful cities in Europe, or take a completely different turn and have you scared for your life (wimp).
Just across from the Tudor beauty of the Queen’s Head sits the rather more challenging Penny Black,
which nearly tempts me in with its’s Senior’s Deal. “You’re a Senior now, right ?” smirks Mrs RM.
But I’ll save those treats for later. For now, we take the urine soaked steps back towards the tram.
And tick one last bear in Castle Square.
Perhaps it’s the subliminal advertising,
or perhaps the fact the trams are static with fire engines screeching towards West Street, but I fancied delaying the 40 minute trek home for a few minutes.
As we passed the Banker’s Draft I was hoping Mrs RM would say “Shall we ?“. And she did.
The flagship Sheffield Spoons was packed, and we were escorted to the last table left.
Let me be honest; the Banker’s Draft is NOT a great advert for Tim Martin. Outdated, smelly, often filthy.
But the beer is cheap, and on this occasion they had some of those Fuggle Bunny beers, one of the few sightings of local beers in a Spoons this year.
So we shared a 660ml bottle of Hazy Jane, Brew Dog’s finest, the way you’d share a bottle of organic Italian red.
And the world felt pretty good.