August 2023. Clitheroe. And just to prove this blog isn’t ALL ruined abbeys and surreptitious photos of folk drinking, something a bit more genteel for my genteel reader Pauline, next, as we revisit a Clitheroe coffee shop. Actually, it wasn’t much fun walking central Clitheroe as the rain changed its mind about falling on Mrs… Continue reading SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE IN THE RIBBLE VALLEY, ANYWAY
Month: August 2023
FOLLOW THE BEAR TO CLITHEROE
August 2023. Clitheroe. After the Beer Shack made GBG23 I started saving up a “proper” return to Clitheroe for so long I almost forgot to do it at all. Did you know the next GBG is less than a month away (unless you live in York when normal postal rules don’t apply). And then when… Continue reading FOLLOW THE BEAR TO CLITHEROE
YOUR GUIDE TO THE BEST BED AND BREAKFAST IN AN ABBEY NEAR CLITHEROE (THERE’S EVEN MADRI).
August 2023. Whalley. In the Spring of 1997, fresh into my first Finance Director job, I joined an expedition from St Albans to Whalley (via a tick lunch stop at the Red Lion in Kegworth), where the two main NHS bodies responsible for learning disability services were comparing notes at Calderstones “Hospital”. One of my… Continue reading YOUR GUIDE TO THE BEST BED AND BREAKFAST IN AN ABBEY NEAR CLITHEROE (THERE’S EVEN MADRI).
I’m Sawley tempted, but Mrs RM succumbs to the Unicorn
August 2023. Sawley, Bowland. As you can tell, my stint at the BRAPA course on witty blog titles wasn’t a great success and I want my money back. The problem with Sawley is you’re almost obliged to have “Sawley tempted” in the title; it’s a bit like Sexual Ealing. Anyway, two hour via Bradford on… Continue reading I’m Sawley tempted, but Mrs RM succumbs to the Unicorn
HENDOS ON EVERYTHING
August 2023. Sheffield. Breaking news overnight, as it emerges that Dave “US” Southworth, on “vacation” (holiday) in Kansas, has never (zero times) seen The Wizard of Oz. Along with Ferris Buellers Day Off, I’d assumed that Oz was prescribed viewing for all Americans, along with baggy “pants” and the consumption of grits at Denny’s. You… Continue reading HENDOS ON EVERYTHING
AN ADMISSION – I ACCEPTED A TASTER IN THE OLD SHOE
August 2023. Sheffield. I sense I’m going to be using, and recommending, the (new) Old Shoe quite a lot. OK, it lacks the heritage fittings of the Brown Bear, but it’s drawing in a lovely range of folk to sample its astonishing range of drinks. And with it being literally on my way home from… Continue reading AN ADMISSION – I ACCEPTED A TASTER IN THE OLD SHOE
IN SEARCH OF ABBOT
August 2023. Sheffield. September brings the new Good Beer Guide (Londoners on Privilege Club probably have theirs already, mind); August brings (after a 4 year break) news of the cutting-edge flavoured ales awarded “Beers of the Year” by CAMRA at the big beer festival (GBBF) in London. Obviously the only category we’re interested in are… Continue reading IN SEARCH OF ABBOT
QUIZ NIGHT AT THE TIGER TAVERN
August 2023. Royal Tunbridge Wells. It was approaching 8.30pm on a Tuesday in Tunbridge Wells and a combination of Imperial Stouts and Danish cherry wine had left Mrs RM less convinced on the merits of a walk along the A26 back to Southborough and the bosom of the in-laws. Being all heart (I even let… Continue reading QUIZ NIGHT AT THE TIGER TAVERN
When you visit The George in Tunbridge Wells, be very, VERY careful on the stairs.
August 2023. Tunbridge Wells. Mrs RM and I had had a hard day at Pembury hospital, and needed some exercise and 10% Imperial stout to clear the mind. Fuggles had obliged with the beer, and now it was time to head back up the A26, stopping to admire this garden, and this pun. But we… Continue reading When you visit The George in Tunbridge Wells, be very, VERY careful on the stairs.
NEVER MORE IN NEED OF THAT 16% DANISH CHERRY WINE IN A ROYAL TUNBRIDGE WELLS CRAFT BAR
August (finally !) 2023. Royal Tunbridge Wells. Tuesday was, if anything, more stressful. Two (2) trips to Pembury Hospital from the in-laws, one to queue for an hour for medication and then another to take my father-in-law back for diagnostics. Another day spent sitting, walking the corridors, queuing for Costa. Again, I can’t praise the… Continue reading NEVER MORE IN NEED OF THAT 16% DANISH CHERRY WINE IN A ROYAL TUNBRIDGE WELLS CRAFT BAR
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