Yes, more Stafford, it never ends. Next we did the cultural bit. For a bit, anyway. Oh, yes, the Hovis street, I wanted Will to see that. “What’s keeping you ?” said Paul, who’d made the Bird In Hand half an hour before. His pace is undiminished in 18 months. Now this was Black Country… Continue reading COB, PINT OF MILD, FIRE
I rather disclosed the rest of the itinerary in that last post, didn’t I ? On to the most photogenic part of the trail, as Stafford’s Ancient High House retains its majesty, despite being sullied by Savers Health & Beauty and Fone Giant. As always, look UP (and expect to bump into someone). Joule’s Rose… Continue reading A STAFFORD JOULE, BUT IS IT A JEWEL ?
There’s some great pubs called The Sun. For a start, there’s my old local in Waterbeach, and the banked Bass stronghold in Stockton-on-Tees, and the fake boozer in Beamish wasn’t bad, either. Titanic’s foray into Stafford isn’t quite a great pub, but it starred last Thursday. Titanic, Joules, and Black Country brought some freshness to… Continue reading TITANIC
For many, including the inmates of HMP Stafford*, 2021 has been a tough year. Personally, I’ve loved the freedom to travel and visit pubs since April/May/July (delete as appropriate) and there’s been a real sense that the folk in pubs are those who really want to be there. And the return of Proper Days Out… Continue reading HE’S BACK ! (FROM OUTER STAFFORD)
Yes, Cheadle, again. But this one is in Staffordshire, as you can tell from the three-looped knot in the town mural. I’ll let you find it on the map yourself, between Stoke and Alton Towers. I was there twice (2x) as recently as August, when Mrs RM’s winter coat was lost and found in the… Continue reading TWO BAKERS IN CHEADLE, STAFFS
I stayed in Manchester (well, Eccles) on Wednesday night, the night that Messi, Neymar and Mbappé came to town. But I didn’t watch City put the moneybags French in their place, instead letting Matt and James have the two tickets my season ticket allows me. I’ve seen Messi three times anyway, and I’d rather have… Continue reading PSG ARE IN TOWN. I’M IN SWINTON.
Another year, another new GBG entry in Knutsford. How do they do it ? And why do all the new entries only ever last a single year in the Guide. (30 marks, show workings). Every time I revisit a town to tick a new pub, I get a new perspective. And this year it was… Continue reading BACK ONCE AGAIN TO THE KNUTSFORD GASTRO
Next stop, Cheadle. No, no, not THAT Cheadle. The one Stockport owns. And seamlessly from one Hulme to another one; W. Hulme Farm Produce is still boarded up. Information welcome. Bar the Church of St Mary’s, it’s the architectural highlight of a village that’s little more than a main road from Stockport to the A34… Continue reading CHEADLE – FLAT CAPS, FLAT WHITES, FOAMY BEER
Sunday saw an epic fail in my attempt to tick the Salutation in Manchester studentville, but 3 days later I got another chance to make some inroads into Manchester GBG-land. After an 11am haircut from Matt, and an admiring glance at the never-ending developments in the southern heart of the city, I stood patiently outside… Continue reading SALUTE THE SALUTATION
The buses in Sheffield are pretty smooth, at least compared to the Isle of Wight. I might use them again when the Hungry Horse at Crystal Peaks Shopping Centre gets in the Guide. Back in town, Sheffield Hatter abandoned me in Castle Square. Will has boycotted Spoons, presumably because their low pricing puts at risk… Continue reading £6.34 ! HOW DO THEY DO IT ?