March 2026. Sheffield.
Things never end well when I agree to meet Quosh for “a quick one“.
After slightly too long in SMOD it was time to ensure the quiet lad from east Manchester got home safely from the dangerous back streets of Attercliffe,
following the River Don along the Five Weirs Way to Kelham.
“Look ! A chicken !“.
A pretty industrial walk, which reminds you that being stuck in Sheffield isn’t that bad,
with the bonus of some tunnel exploring, notably at the Cobweb bridge.
“Open 24 hours” says Google. Do it at 2am, I dare you.
I’d have happily left Quosh to his own devices at the bustling Harlequin,
but life never works out that way. does it ?
Blimey, Two by Two can do a Stout now (NBSS 3.5). It blew the cobwebs off, anyway.
Quosh had a Beak, but only a half as he’s not as hard as me.
Apparently, Walkley where I live is Strong & Northern.
I’ll take that.
retiredmartin 