September 2025. Sheffield.
It’s very important to get your steps in, I recommend 15,000 a day, though if you’re in Sheffield walking up our hill you may consider every step worth double.
What you must not do is start a walk but get immediately distracted by pubs, which unfortunately is what I did while trying to tempt Mrs RM on a 10 mile sojourn into the suburbs.
So straight from Kapital we wobbled down to the Millennium Galleries (aka “Much More Than Ruskin”), and took a peep at the mysterious quarter emerging around Hallam Uni.
That Red Lion, yard from the famous Rutland, looks picture postcard doesn’t it ? I’m sure it had a year in the GBG in c. 2003. Someone will care.
The little stretch down towards the factory area with its coffee and craft taps is a joy,
and at the Moor Market you’ll finally discover what a Scuffler is.
It’s the Yorkshire equivalent of an Essex Huffer, and you know how controversial bread product names are.
I’d dragged Mrs RM here under false pretences, one of the closest pubs to the Moor having had a rare (for Sheffield) Bass sighting that week.
Mrs RM was in like a shot, blissfully unaware of my impending “No Bass ?” disappointment.
Nope, tried it, but not to customer taste, apparently.
Too late to sneak out now, with Mrs RM sitting on the comfy bench seat under the horseracing, about to ask if this was a Sheffield Wednesday pub.
Nope. Very Blades, with Bramall Lane across the ring road.
Two cool, chewy pints of Abbeydale (Moonshine and Firecrest, NBSS 3.5) and a bag of premium Thai chilli nuts for £8.60.
It’s a Northern thing, folks.
retiredmartin 
Quick! Take the H out of Bramall Lane before anyone notices.
Too late.
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I would like to point out that my critique of spelling does not extend to proper names, as there’s too bloody many to check!
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Oh no. I shall have to employ someone for that then.
For the avoidance of doubt, I ♥️ your corrections, Russ.
I’m setting aside some time when it rains to tidy up a batch of posts and correct the typos/autocorrects.
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Too late, Will, it’s been appropriated by Stockport now.
At least Russ didn’t spot it.
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“For the avoidance of doubt, I ♥️ your corrections, Russ.”
I’ve never doubted you RM. 🙂
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When I moved to Sheffield last century, I seem to remember those bread cakes were referred to as “oven bottoms”. This piece, posted on a bread cakes nomenclature blog site, agrees with me to some extent: https://dawesindoors.wordpress.com/tag/oven-bottom-bread-cake/ (Look out for the dreadful warning for photographers in Sheffield’s Moor Market.)
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Please delete a surplus P in the word “photograpphers”. Whichever one you choose. It was my keyboard’s choice – I’m not particularly attached to any of them.
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You’re going to have to be more specific about which P you want deleted, Will.
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There is a sign beside the Scuffler one (at the top) that mentions Ovenbottom breakcakes. 🙂
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Argh.
That should be for the post above, and should read ‘breadcakes’ not bloody ‘breakcakes’.
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I’ve actually had to employ two (2) more interns since your return, Russ, one to draft witty responses and one to check typos 😉
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But I like the idea of breakcakes, Russ !
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You’d better tell me about that dreadful warning for photographers in Sheffield’s Moor Market.
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There was a “Bass sighting” last “week” in Stone’s Swan Inn but it had all been drunk by Saturday afternoon. The Burton Bridge Bramble Stout was a nice replacement.
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We need another trip to Stone, Paul. It’s been too long (for me, if not you).
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“It’s very important to get your steps in, I recommend 15,000 a day”
Is that in Metric, Celsius, or Imperial?
“while trying to tempt Mrs RM on a 10 mile sojourn into the suburbs.”
You’re a brave man than I am Gunga Din.
“and took a peep at the mysterious quarter emerging around Hallam Uni.”
Is Hallam Uni the place where they make sure the students are prepped the Kosher way?
“That Red Lion, yard from the famous Rutland, looks picture postcard doesn’t it ?”
True, but it doesn’t hold a candle to the nearby Extra Time Sports Bar & Grill, with American eats!
“The little stretch down towards the factory area with its coffee and craft taps is a joy,”
In the pic below, I assume the pouncing cat isn’t in danger since it has nine lives?
“and you know how controversial bread product names are.”
I doubt I’ll even THINK of ordering a bread product should I find myself over there.
“I’d dragged Mrs RM here under false pretences, one of the closest pubs to the Moor having had a rare (for Sheffield) Bass sighting that week.”
Sneaky devil!
“Mrs RM was in like a shot, blissfully unaware of my impending “No Bass ?” disappointment.”
Le sigh.
“about to ask if this was a Sheffield Wednesday pub”
(slow golf clap)
“Very Blades, with Bramhall Lane across the ring road.”
I understand all of the words, but not in that order.
“It’s a Northern thing, folks.”
No comment. 🙂
Cheers
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