On the Friday we made our second campervan excursion of the season. Somehow, I persuaded Mrs RM to spend a night in a mining village (pronounced “El-se-ca” by locals) on the edge of Barnsley. Apart from being debonair and dashing, us pub tickers are noted for our extraordinary knowledge of UK geography. The cluster of… Continue reading “El-se-ca”
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BUNNYHUGGIN’
You left me in the middle of Barnsley, wondering where the toilets had gone. No, I didn’t head down Dog Lane; I’m not a savage. Instead I headed to one of a paltry number of town centre pubs with a garden. Note how Google Maps obscures the photo of William Shakespeare on the Craft Union… Continue reading BUNNYHUGGIN’
BARNSLEY REACHES FOR THE STARS
It seems you lot are sceptical about my enthusiasm for Barnsley, which is your loss. It was so good I dragged Mrs RM back the very next night, of which more later. Before I resume on South Yorkshire’s party capital, know some of you follow the blog for my Mumsnet highlights, so here’s today’s crackers;… Continue reading BARNSLEY REACHES FOR THE STARS
BARNSLEY – IT BEGINS…
It’s been wonderful seeing young and old packing out Sheffield pub gardens, confounding the doubters, but now it’s time to get ticking that Beer Guide before the next Lockdown. Folk may be nostalgic for a proper Lockdown by July. Let’s take the train to Barnsley, home to TWO (2) new ticks. What riches ! The… Continue reading BARNSLEY – IT BEGINS…
MILKING THE BABA GANOUSH IN CUSWORTH
A team effort continues, as Mrs RM and I bravely tick the wine beer gardens of our local GBG pubs for your entertainment. Like Tavaré, I’m doing the Guide in singles, while BRAPA takes the De Villiers route. Our Thirsty Thursday Target is Cusworth Hall in “nice” Doncaster, which is a real place. Shamefully, I… Continue reading MILKING THE BABA GANOUSH IN CUSWORTH
TOP TUCKER IN TUPTON
Blimey, only 10 days into the Great Re-opening and a second trip into the North Derbyshire mining villages for a real life, palpable GBG tick. Days after conquering Clay Cross we were back down the A61 for a tick we could have added to the Three Horseshoes if I’d bothered to do proper research and… Continue reading TOP TUCKER IN TUPTON
“Listen to your wife”
Mrs RM really is an extraordinary human being. Just being able to make it back up Whitehouse hill deserves an award, but she’s also just alerted me to this post tonight on Wonderful Walkley; Sadly, I’d just come back from that recycling centre and not seen anything except a huge pile of cardboard that the… Continue reading “Listen to your wife”
PACKED PUB GARDENS BY THE DON
ALL THE PUBS IN SHEFFIELD ON FOOT No. 7 – The Riverside (Kelham Island) On Monday (I’m already that far behind) we popped into “town” to walk off the 455 calories we’d inevitably put back on in the pub later. Pleasingly the Cathedral hasn’t yet been converted to a Brunning & Price, and will therefore… Continue reading PACKED PUB GARDENS BY THE DON
IT’S PRONOUNED “BEAVER”. HONEST
Our 3 day world tour continued from Kent with a stop in Waterbeach (no Chung Hwa) and a night by the river in the Vale of Belvoir. Or Beaver to you and me. The posh bit of Leics-cum-Lincs betwixt Grantham, Melton and Nottingham has some good pubs, but rarely new ones, and the tick in… Continue reading IT’S PRONOUNED “BEAVER”. HONEST
“Have you got the App ?”
You left us in the car park of the Spotted Dog in Penshurst, which I’ve captured here in black and white to show you what it looked like in its 1950s hey day before colour ruined things. Parking at a pub had the massive advantage of an on-site loo. But the real highlight here is… Continue reading “Have you got the App ?”