19th February 2023. I’ve been neglecting my ticking duties since completing the Guide, but I’d managed a trio of GBG entries by 2pm on Sunday, which isn’t bad going, and we’ll gloss over the fact that I’d delegated the actual drinking duties to Mrs RM. She’d delegated shoe-buying duties to herself, too, and Darlington, made… Continue reading SHOE (AND BEER) SHOPPING IN DARLINGTON
Month: March 2023
A STOCKTON FLYER
19th February 2023. Two Sunday ticks, sort of, but I was more interested in persuading Mrs RM of the charms of Stockton before we headed home. She hadn’t warmed to a town centre whose main drag was in the middle of being demolished, but you should never judge a town on its indoor shopping centre,… Continue reading A STOCKTON FLYER
MRS RM TAKES THE BEER BACK. EXPERTLY.
19th February 2023. It had been nearly 20 years since we last visited Sedgefield, a County Durham town the size of Waterbeach acting as the “posh” bit for a famous parliamentary constituency you may have heard of, if only because of a famous visit to this unassuming pub just before my own arrival. The Dun… Continue reading MRS RM TAKES THE BEER BACK. EXPERTLY.
FEBRUARY ’23 STOCKTAKE
You may have read tales of GBG tickers visiting a hundred or more pubs in February and wonder “What had Norwich done to deserve BRAPA“. Read that as you want. I maintained a more leisurely pace; 46 pub visits, 30 of them new Guide entries. Nowhere near enough to finish the GBG a second year,… Continue reading FEBRUARY ’23 STOCKTAKE
WHERE WERE YOU WHEN THE INTERNET FAILED IN WETHERSPOONS ?
19th February 2023. I had ambitions to “Get Teesside Done” that weekend, but Marske’s micros had other ideas; Why, oh, why do people crash their cars into micropubs just before ticker’s visits ? So our ambitions that Sunday were more modest; 1) Get up and find the key to the loos at White Water Caravan… Continue reading WHERE WERE YOU WHEN THE INTERNET FAILED IN WETHERSPOONS ?
TICKING IN THE CHAPEL, TIKKA IN THE BORO
18th February 2023. With Stockton ticked by ten to four, we headed to Middlesbrough via Thornaby. Frankly, my ‘Boro tick was probably closer to our campervan pitch in Stockton, next to the Tees and 20 minutes stiff walk out into the dull suburbs west of the Spoons where I left Mrs RM to enjoy the… Continue reading TICKING IN THE CHAPEL, TIKKA IN THE BORO
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