Never miss the opportunity for a play on a cult ’70s Sci-Fi series to play to your aged readers, eh ? Part II of Sheffield : House Hunting for people who just want a decent pub and a tram and a Chinese takeaway within 5 minutes walk. This was a second viewing on a Saturday,… Continue reading BLAKE’S HEAVEN
Author: retiredmartin
HOUSEHUNTING IN SHEFFIELD (I)
Mrs RM is loving this house-hunting lark. Personally, a day spent cleaning our house ahead of a viewing or traipsing round someone else’s home is a day I could have been in Devon ticking pubs that don’t want me. Thursday 28 August (yes, that far behind) produced 4:43 hours of travelling (starting at the Crow… Continue reading HOUSEHUNTING IN SHEFFIELD (I)
SHEFFIELD HAS SOMETHING TO CROW ABOUT
Ooh, lovely. Orange light inside a backstreet Sheffield pub. Yes, Sheffield, scene of some frenzied househunting this last week. But was it for us? 🤔 We actually stayed in the Crow, which I’m hoping is a preemptive tick as it comes from the same stable as the Rutland. And is effortlessly good. Add it your… Continue reading SHEFFIELD HAS SOMETHING TO CROW ABOUT
LIVE BLOGGING FROM TEIGNMOUTH SPOONS
Congrats to Pub Curmudgeon, who identified my location from the scantest of information. Some of you have asked for live blogging, so here I am, the worse for wear, eating halloumi and drinking Bays in Teignmouth Spoons. It’s a poor way to end the night before I head back to my campervan parked for free… Continue reading LIVE BLOGGING FROM TEIGNMOUTH SPOONS
“ANGIE, OH ANGIE, WON’T YOU OPEN UP YOUR MICRO FOR ME”
BRAPA is a hero of mine, up there with Tony Wilson and Kate Nicholls of UK Hospitality and Mrs RM. But I do burn with envy when he gets whole days of successful marking up of the Guide; 6 (six) new GBG pubs within walking distance of each other in London. My own ticking days… Continue reading “ANGIE, OH ANGIE, WON’T YOU OPEN UP YOUR MICRO FOR ME”
LOST IN A(SHCLYST) FOREST, ALL ALONE
Another night, another exciting pitched tent campervan in an empty layby on the edge of a forest I’d never heard of before. You can tell it’s Devon from the high hedges. Ashclyst is lovely, best explored at first light after the sleep of the just. If you want to sleep in pitch darkness, come here.… Continue reading LOST IN A(SHCLYST) FOREST, ALL ALONE
TIME FOR BASS AT THE GREAT WESTERN
I ended the night in Exeter, a huge disappointment as usual. Actually, it’s not THAT bad, but their little team of clodhoppers defeated Cambridge United in the Conference play-offs in 2008 and I still haven’t forgiven them. The GBG listed FOUR new pubs for me to visit, which would have got my Devon To Do… Continue reading TIME FOR BASS AT THE GREAT WESTERN
EXTRA EXMOUTH EXCESS
As you’ll have realised, I’m working my way round the Devon coast, eating a cream tea in every town beginning with “S”, and have reduced my Beer Guide To Do list to a mere 32 ! Yes, Duncan, you’ll see the spreadsheet soon. Next up, a night in Exmouth, which brings the bonus of the… Continue reading EXTRA EXMOUTH EXCESS
A DUBIOUS TICK IN SEATON
First off, I think I forgot to post the video of the Sidmouth busker; I’d hate you to have missed him. No buskers in Seaton, another place I had no recollection of. Be honest, could YOU tell the difference between Lyme Regis, Seaton and Sidmouth ? My GBG tick was called “All Hat But No… Continue reading A DUBIOUS TICK IN SEATON
SIDMOUTH – CONS, BUT MOSTLY PROS
I think this might be in my Top 5 titles, you know. Not on a par with the Rye one, but you lot never got that one. What’s your favourite ? I’d never been to Sidmouth, as Charlene (not that Charlene) sang on Motown in 1982. Good grief, what a coastline. It was heaving, almost… Continue reading SIDMOUTH – CONS, BUT MOSTLY PROS