Mrs RM texted me (she’s very IT savvy) at 15:49 suggesting we meet back at Chesterfield station, and was confused when I told her my 14:00kick-off was in to 14 minutes of added time due to violent play. So I suggested 17:05, which meant she’d have to entertain herself for another hour, which I sensed… Continue reading ARGUING OVER WHAT YEAR “PRETTY VACANT” CAME OUT
First things first. Congratulations to the Tand and E on their marriage. Don’t they look lovely. Talking of marriage, congratulations also to BRAPA on his latest post, an absolute classic. “And I said “let’s all meet up in the pub 2000Won’t it be strange when Colin’s fully grown?Be there 12 noon sharp in the Fountain… Continue reading PROPER FOOTBALL AT THE PROAC
One of the odd dilemmas of life in Sheffield is that the pubs and scenery is so good that I have to devote some time to the Ticknalls and Tingleys and Thorpe Hesleys rather than the ticks I need in Wales (the actual one, not the one near Worksop). So on Sunday (ages ago now)… Continue reading AN UN-INN-SPIRED CHOICE ?
Sheffield doesn’t rest on its laurels. Another month, another new bar opening to follow Heist and Perch this summer. More options for the ever increasing number of undergraduates flooding into the city’s new build student residences, I guess. Mrs RM actually finds out about these new openings before me, or at least she did before… Continue reading ALL THE PUBS IN SHEFFIELD ON FOOT REACHES THE QUESTIONABLE CAFE BARS
At the end of the Great Northern Campervan Tickathon now, with a couple of South Lakes stragglers on the way home. Two pubs just off the A595, separated by a mere two minutes drive. What could possibly go wrong. Hardly any traffic anyway at Lowick Bridge, though a big scary note in the window telling… Continue reading ALL ROADS LEAD TO THE GASTROPUB
I’ve run out of alphabet to mark all the stops on our trip, so I’ve gone back to A (2). Stop C (2) was a “comfort break” in Millom on the A595. I thought the town (pop. 7,829) may actually have been created specifically as a comfort break, but Wiki tells me it used to… Continue reading AN A595 STOP IN MILLOM
Mrs RM is a huge fan of BRAPA. So there’s ONE. She’s particularly impressed with his knowledge of UK. How many other youngsters know ALL the stops on the 152 minutes of the Barrow to Carlisle line that trundles up the Cumbrian coast’s honeypots ? Sure, us tickers only know them because at 20 minute… Continue reading A NIGHT AT DRIGG LOW LEVEL NUCLEAR WASTE REPOSITORY
Almost exactly a year ago, as I’m sure you’ll remember, I went walking in the Lakes with James during that odd period between July and October when we experienced freedom before November saw it snatched away. On that trip I managed a few GBG pubs in the foothills of Scafell, including Boot and Eskdale Green,… Continue reading WTF IS “NIGHT VISION” ?
Five minutes on from Sellafield and Mrs RM was parking up in Gosforth (not THAT one). This is the ancient village (pop. 1,230) where groups of Londoners stock up on supplies for their Air B & B in the Lakes. Look, Yanks, It’s ancient. I didn’t do Latin but I reckon that means “Closed. Open… Continue reading ALONE AGAIN, NATURALLY
A recap on the progress of the Great Northern Tickathon as it enters the home straight (as straight as it can be with Mrs RM driving now). Excitingly, the next pub came at the end of a trip to admire Sellafield (or is it Seascale ?). Sellafield hasn’t gone down the theme park route yet,… Continue reading A SINGLE IN SELLAFIELD