retiredmartin

September 2024. Rotherham.

A 25 minute walk from Rotherham Central to the Wilton, our, ahem, “recommended” pub.

Look, I know it says 19 minutes on the map, but we can’t all cross the road when it’s completely clear and there’s a pub in view, can we ?

Kimberworth gets its own heading in the GBG, or at least it did in 2024, and obviously I can’t comment on GBG25.

It looks unprepossessing, my favourite category of pubs, and a chap on the table facing the Corner Kitchen, whose own Facebook page suggests a breakfast special that may even sate the appetite of Martin the Maltmeister.

The Wilton is a less scary affair,

with the reassuring sight of a lone Chantry pump.

Punky Reggae on the bar, the Safety Dance on the jukebox.

Ah, Canadian nu-wave. Fascinating trivia, Men Without Hats had two Top 10 Canadian hits but that wasn’t one of them.

We get “Too Shy” next, and “Break My Stride”, and I wonder if “Now That’s What I Call 1983” is on permanently.

Great landlady, pint and a half and a packet of Hendo’s crisps for £6.65,

but it’s the multi-coloured blanket that’s the star.

Didn’t Tom Baker wear that in “Revenge of the Cybermen“.

The Chantry was so good, cool and crisp (3.5+) I’d have stayed for another, particularly when Dollar’s “Videotheque” (hey, 1982 !) started up.

But Mrs RM doubted her bladder could withstand the rigours of the west Rotherham suburbs, and instead dawdled on the way back to the station,

capturing a town which wears its sunsets well.

Honest, it’s gorgeous.