retiredmartin

August 2026. Sheffield.

Back home in Sheffield, Mrs RM is trying out new comfy shoes* that will allow her to rejoin the Cask Camino before that canal towpath ices up.

“Are you taking me out for a pint then ?“. Really, she’s incorrigible.

You know the Blake,

it’s 10 minutes walk through Ruskin Park from the Blind Monkey, at the top of one of the world’s great hills with a pub at the top.

Recently opening hours and trade have seemed a bit up and down, but beer quality is back where it was when we decided where to live in Sheffield all those years ago.

Nowadays tun by T & R pubs, who seem to value community over cask,

but Neepsend’s wonderful beers stilllead on the bar and a chewy “Malsumis” is VERY GOOD,

but it’s Mrs RM’s “Simmer Down” by Torrside that has us staying for another

By which time, we’re chatting to a man and his dog about job interviews, and a move to Milan, and Manchester City.

And by the time the joggers turn up en masse, we’ve remembered why we go to pubs. And why we don’t go jogging.

*_{I think they got sent back}