September 2026. Mirfield.
Your thoughts and prayers requested as I face three (3) nights of post-surgical support at the in-laws in Kent, with zero new GBG entries to entertain me in Tonbridge. Even shorter posts than usual to follow.
I’m sure I’ll be looking at some creative rail trips to tick those new Guide pubs, as I was on the walk down to Sheffield station on Friday, just before the new Guide dropped (ugh).
As I mentioned yesterday, there’s a lack of new places to discover on the direct routes from Sheffield these days, so I had to scour the map for towns needing connections.
Yes, those are just some of the public transport options to get me to my next bucolic destination.
Before I get there, I must tell you of the joys of rail travel (does not apply to Cross Country, Leon). as I shared a carriage with a chap impressing two enraptured ladies with his tales of 40,600 scoops*.
“I’m the biggest ticker in Lincolnshire” he revealed, before revealing the details of his weekend.
“I go to a micro, tick a few, go to Spoons to use the voucher, another micro, a kebab roll, a micro, a suet steak pudding“. Well done mate, you know how to live.
I was sorry to change trains at Wakefield, where the walk underpass was accompanied by piped brass band, and emerged to the shiny Mirfield station platform where I had time to escort an elderly lady to her bus stop and admire the wonderful art before my connection.
My third train of the hour would whisk me to a town famous for only ONE thing. But if you’re going to be famous for ONE thing, make it this next pub. You can probably guess it.
*Different beers drank, often by way of tasters, sips, thirds, or ale decanted into Panda Pop bottles for enjoyment in one’s underpants back at home.
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