
July 2026. Chesterfield.

One more trip to write up and then I’ll do that July highlights post you’re all clamouring for.
Mrs RM’s ongoing rehabilitation had meant a postponement of our Big (but largely sober) Trip to Chesterfield with Blackpool Jane, so I popped there myself last Thursday to explore the no/low scene, and to test the hypothesis that the crooked spire isn’t really crooked, it’s an optical solution.

£3.95 return and only 15 minutes from Sheff, it’s perhaps surprising I don’t visit more. It’s certainly a well-pubbed town,

even if most of those pubs are along a 2 mile route from the station to Brampton.
First things first, the approach into town along Corporation has been splendidly “tarted up” (technical term), rather like Sheffield’s Fargate.

This is an attractive town, though once you’ve done the pub crawl, gazed at the spire and bought Bakewell tarts on the cobbled market you might find you’ve exhaused the sights quite quickly*.
A surprising number of clubs for a town of 76,402, places like the Waikiki Beach Bar drawing youngsters to Chesvegas from the neighbouring mining towns.

I’ve been to Waikiki Beach and it didn’t look like that.
I had no plan, bar finding evidence of the non-alcoholic scene, so went in the first open pub I saw.

The Rutland Arms was the first pub we’d visited on the legendary “Inaugural Pub Tickers AGM“, and back then it was a pub on its downers, out of the GBG though cheap and welcoming.

Well, it was back to its best today, a minor symphony in brown attracting a decent mid-afternoon custom, mostly drawn by a solid cask range.

with some low ABV options for Blackpool Jane when she makes that trip.

The chap in front orders Ossett “Excelcius”, I say “What ‘ee had, please“, he says “Good choice” etc.

“Cool and soft and lovely” say my notes, which I think means “4 – VERY GOOD” for the Ossett though I guess it could be code.
Pub Curmudeon would appreciate the quiet charm of the Rutland, the baneter at the bar, and the ’70s rock soundtrack. “I Surrender“, “Werewolves of London” and this one;

Doesn’t “Werewolves of London” sound like “Sweet Home Alabama” ?
No ? Suit yourself.
*New museum and theatre “1435” opening later this year
My Auntie Jenny (who lives there) hates it when I call Chesterfield ‘Chessy’.
She says you can tell the sort of people who call it that.
Well, I suspect thats me, even saying it ironically.
Never heard ChesVegas, but I have heard Casvegas for Castleford, and Skegvegas for Skegness.
Do Southern towns have similar nicknames ??
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Where I live St. Lennies is used for St. Leonards on Sea and also sometimes it’s referred to as Dalston on Sea.
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There’s only one Vegas, StalyVegas.
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I believe that Las Vegas has renamed itself Las Staly.
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At the risk of being pedantic I think I Surrender was 81.
Graham Bonnet disgraced himself at Sheffield Polytechnic.
Details on Wikipedia.
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You’re right Alan 👍and I’m proud this blog is a safe space for pedants.
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I had to pull my 45 of I Surrender out of the shelf where it has sat for a while. Yep, 1981 is what it says. (I was never into Rainbow, but I’m a huge Russ Ballard fan.)
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I had you down as a Whitesnake fan, Will.
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