September 2024. Grantham.
The problem with writing a blog as a diary is you have to write what actually happens, the slog up and down the A1 punctuated only by the Greggs at North Muskham, the brewery taps in Manchester, the Sheffield pubs revisited just to get out of “doing the garden”.
But September brings the Southworths (cathedrals, cake and cask) and a new Beer Guide with exciting new towns and villages to (re)-explore.
Like Grantham;
Half way home, a spot for our campervan overnight in a bellwether town for the recovery of post-Covid England, and some pretty pics for Mrs RM’s Influencer Instagram,
and some eerie views of St Wulfrun’s on a Friday night.
There’s a time when the lack of street lights is a bonus. I believe you can actually see other planets, possibly even as far as the moon.
Castlegate is the most atmospheric of the streets, home to the Beehive,
and the Cons Club,
both of which looked to scary for Mrs RM, oddly.
I’m sure she was focused on finding Margaret Thatcher’s statue, somewhere near the town hall apparently.
We failed, but did do a nearby pub stop that deserves its own post.
Grantham looked desperately quiet for a Friday, just a few dozen youngsters in the Craft Union pub,
and a busy looking Blue Pig, the most attractive pub in town.
But it’s St Wulfrun’s that dominates the town, despite the claims of Maggie and Isaac.
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