retiredmartin

January 2026. St Annes.

Mrs RM decided to leave the Fifteen at Seventeen Twenty-Three.

I have no idea why.

“A walk along the bracing sea front, Mrs RM ?“

“No, Mr RM. Tea and back to that nice warm room at the Travelodge“.

St Annes was looking pleasant by night,

with lots of dining options, including Australian tapas at Ducks Nuts which used to be No.10 Ale House, but Mrs RM preferred the authenticity of the Spoons.

It’s Burns Night, all week, and Rabbie himself has approved the official meal to celebrate his birthday.

“You’ll be having the Caledonian burger then” says Mrs RM, and she’s right.

Mrs RM is going to have something small, and wants me to order onion rings she can share.

For the second time in a month. I forget that the burger already comes with onion rings, and I’m presented with eighteen (18) of them, which is the sort of Man v Food challenge you get on American TV.

And then it transpires that Mrs RM has changed her mind at the last and ordered pasta so won’t be needing those rings anymore !

Anyway, the haggis tastes freshly caught, and Acorn’s Old Moor Porter is a chewy 3.5, if not particular Scottish. But this is;