retiredmartin

March 2026. Heeley. Sheffield.

Mrs RM couldn’t bear being inside any longer either, and on Tuesday we took the tram out east to the housing estates of Park Grange, with a view to Bramhall Lane and not much else.

20 minutes downhill brings you to Heeley, “beloved” of the Sheffield middle-classes for its organic knitting shops, antiques and the City Farm, home to some baby goats.

It’s a cute little place, and has a couple of cute GBG pubs either side. We’d revisited the Brothers Arms last year, impressed by £3.50 pints and giant bhajis alongside the free music festival.

For many years the neighbouring Sheaf View has been the premier Sheffield ale house in the south (OK, below the Rutland), the sort of place with a reputation similar to the Elm Tree in Cambridge or the Alexandra in Derby, and it’s local Pub of the Year again in 2026.

I hadn’t been for three (3) years, Mrs RM had never graced its quirky interior.

She leaves the door open on a windy day. The relaxed and friendly barman comes over to shut it, without admonishment. I know places where she’s have been soundly told off.

Almost a sister pub to the Blake, another cosy pub on a hill with exciting local Neepsend beers but I can’t resist the number “6” underneath the Elusive clip, and Mrs RM is drawn in by the David Bailey art on the Northern Monk.

See if you can spot the Wetherspoons pub on that pump.

Both pints are so NBSS 3.5 they should be used in beer tasting workshops, but there’s as much Erdinger and Dortmunder being drunk by the gentlefolk (hey ! that’s us, sort of) pouring in around the 4pm mark.

Mrs RM decides she’s in no hurry and we’ll share a second pint of that American Brown Ale.

I’ve been married long enough to know that “sharing” a pint with Mrs RM doesn’t actually mean sharing.