A year ago today Mrs RM and I said goodbye to Waterbeach and headed for the North.
The stressful move followed a month of trauma made worse by the sudden closure of pubs.
We arrived in Sheffield to find ourselves in Tier 3, not even able to search out whippet bhajis as “substantial meals” to legalise our pints.
So in our first four months weren’t able to enjoy the great pubs we’d found ourselves living among, and it was six months before we could actually go inside places like the wonderful Chantry, the find of the year.
And in recent months I’ve been able to find some of the best Bass in the country in Derby, Macclesfield and Burton;
But the best thing about the move, apart from giving Mrs RM a permanent project, is the hills.
Not just the Peak District, mind; even the strolls along the canal are hillier than in the Fens.
We still haven’t settled on a favoured curry house, but no doubt we’ll find that Hendos is on the table to go with the dhansak there too.
Friendly neighbours, cheap beer, live music, street art, snow. Sheffield has it all.
Well, perhaps our snow is a bit pathetic compared to the Yanks.
And, no, I still haven’t been to the Three Tuns (top) that I’ve walked past a hundred times on the way to the station. Perhaps today.
retiredmartin 
It gets better as time goes on. Enjoy.
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Yes, enjoy, as after the year that we’ve all had, you certainly deserve your place in the sun/forever home/Shangi-La (tick as appropriate).
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As a reader it has been a rather exciting year compared to what most of us have done. Thanks for keeping us interested.
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You know how much I hate being forced to be pedantic. That photo is of the Three Tuns, not the Three Cranes!
Nice photo though.
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And the winner of today’s pint of Doom Bar goes to…..
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Nooooooooooooo!
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It’s in the Benjamin Huntsman, going warm.
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Wasn’t it easier when you had a less knowledgeable readership?
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I have always had an elite readership.
Even when it was just me.
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It’s been such a bizarre couple of years, I’d completely forgotten about all that Tier 1/2/3 and “substantial meal” nonsense.
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A year! And still no whippet (or is that arranged for Christmas Dinner?).
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I’m drinking one in the Sportsman (Ember Inn) at Crosspool, as it happens. Had to pay for it myself.
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An Ember Inn ? Blimey.
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