20th October 2022. OK, your classic pub porn. Because, legally, you can’t stay on the edge of Helston and not visit the Blue Anchor. But also because, and I have to be honest, I wasn’t absolutely sure it was a classic. I tipped up about a quarter to five, the Golden Hour, and got the… Continue reading SPINGO’D AT THE BLUE ANCHOR
Month: November 2022
A FORTY (40) MINUTE WAIT TO CHECK IN AT HELSTON PREMIER INN
20th October 2022. We pressed on after lunch at Wellington Spoons, reaching my niece’s house near Helston in just under the six hours. For context, I drive ten (10) hours towards Orkney on the journey from Waterbeach to GBG glory. Given the choice, I’d rather drive those six hours on dual carriageways to Cornwall than… Continue reading A FORTY (40) MINUTE WAIT TO CHECK IN AT HELSTON PREMIER INN
WELLINGTON (SOMERSET) GIVEN A SECOND CHANCE
20th October 2022. I’m not going to get to the end of October before December arrives, am I ? Oh well, let’s not complain. Two (2) years ago I was reaching the end of the worst month of my life (so far), darkness and pub closure during the Second Lockdown and an on/off house move… Continue reading WELLINGTON (SOMERSET) GIVEN A SECOND CHANCE
GOING OVER THE HOUR ROUND LADYBOWER
18th October 2022. Mrs RM was chastising me for “only going to pubs” and insisted we actually visit some of the Peak District that we actually moved to Sheffield to explore nearly two years ago. Everyone seemed to be heading to Ladybower Reservoir to see the flooded village emerge into view, the biggest crowds since… Continue reading GOING OVER THE HOUR ROUND LADYBOWER
GREENE KING GLASS ATROCITIES IN TODWICK
More autumn pub exploration, this time to the odd area in what we professionals call the Sheffield-Rotherham-Worksop triangle. There’s been a few GBG entries in this mining area graced with a butterfly park and 1957 Ryder Cup course, but the only one left is a Greene King diner in North Anston. I took the train… Continue reading GREENE KING GLASS ATROCITIES IN TODWICK
BE BOLD, STOP IN BALDERTON
16th October 2022. I like to think of myself as an expert on the A1. OK, I can’t tell you what the road is made of (holes ?), but I know all the service stations and pubs from weekly trips from Huntingdon to Blyth and beyond. We’re just about to get a new services at… Continue reading BE BOLD, STOP IN BALDERTON
BROWN SUGAR (PORK SCRATCHINGS)
14th October 2022. Still ahead of BRAPA, which is all that counts, really. In contrast, there’s no point reading this as Blackpool Jane blogged about the evening, ooh, 3.7 years ago (here), but legally I have to post my photos so here goes; A Friday night as DES to Mrs RM, Aberdeenshire’s own Karen and… Continue reading BROWN SUGAR (PORK SCRATCHINGS)
THE MARMALADE THIEVES OF SHARROW VALE
You left me in posh west Sheffield having confirmed that Greene King’s plain looking Porter Brook would be an acceptable tea stop for Blackpool Jane. Knowing Jane, and Inverurie Karen and Mrs RM there would be time for other stops that Friday, so I popped in The Beer House, one of many micropubs with desperately… Continue reading THE MARMALADE THIEVES OF SHARROW VALE
A SPOT OF SHEFFIELD RECONAISSANCE FOR BLACKPOOL JANE
12th October 2022. Blackpool Jane was about to visit and rate our new B & B (free to Patronised readers) for her award winning blog called “Getting p****d at away games”. We were thrilled, and before she arrived I undertook what we are legally allowed to call “research” in a few pubs in upmarket Sharrow… Continue reading A SPOT OF SHEFFIELD RECONAISSANCE FOR BLACKPOOL JANE
STATION TO STATION (INN). A DERBY TREASURE RETURNS
I left the Old Boys in the Smithfield to their talk of “interesting” beers and Francis Lee’s gold Mercedes and crowds of 7,000 at Stamford Bridge, and wobbled back towards the station. Blimey, those cobbles look big. The Alex and the Brunswick lie over those cobbles, but I was headed for a re-opened classic with… Continue reading STATION TO STATION (INN). A DERBY TREASURE RETURNS
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