In the spirit of doing things with Mrs RM that don’t involve pink pens and Doom Bar, I joined her on the Sheffield Bear Hunt the other Saturday. Don’t worry, it’s not a REAL hunt. Grief, we’re not in Rotherham. No this involves finding and waving your phone over a multi-coloured bear, getting a ping,… Continue reading BUNGALOWS & BEARS, GLITTER BALLS & PADDED CHAIRS
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OLD GLOSSOP, NEW GLOSSOP
Mrs RM reminds me that we moved north to have trips into the Peaks on our doorstep, and last Friday we set off on the A57 Snake Pass to walk Kinder Scout get a GBG tick after a modest walk in the hills. Parked up east of town, an hour’s walk along the edge of… Continue reading OLD GLOSSOP, NEW GLOSSOP
IN THE CHURCH OF THE POISONED MIND
Wine ! Yes, it’s not just me who’s tired of beer. Particularly when there’s no cask, as was the case in Sheffield fun pub “Church – Temple of Fun“. See ? Even got “fun” in the name. An impressive reworking of the old Samuel Osborn works to provide some of Kelham Island’s best pub seating… Continue reading IN THE CHURCH OF THE POISONED MIND
LUSH LOUTH
One left to do to complete Lincolnshire (YOU do it) and a dash to Grimsby bus station via blocks of ice and fish smoking factories. I’m afraid the number 51 to Louth is not a good advert for the bus, but then I’ve never liked buses, ever since Sally of the 3rd form puked up… Continue reading LUSH LOUTH
TOP 100 PUBS – RUTLAND ARMS, GRIMSBY
So when I tell you that the Rutland Arms in Grimsby is one of the world’s greatest pubs, you know I’m not pissed. Well, actually I am, but whatever. After crafty Dock Beers I did the grim in Grimsby and walked Freeeman Street toward Tick No.2. Blimey. This is the England the Americans come to… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – RUTLAND ARMS, GRIMSBY
GRIMSBY DOCKS
Only 9 days behind with the blogging now, or (checks spreadsheet) 28 pubs. Oh dear. Nearly as bad as BRAPA, who hasn’t even met up with me at the Champion on his blog yet. Normally at this time of year I’d be telling you how wonderful Hull Old Town is, making a poor pun on… Continue reading GRIMSBY DOCKS
A NIGHT IN PICCADILLY
Arriving back in Manchester last Tuesday, I had conflicting feelings. Finally, some great pubiness in Kendal, but only five (5) ticks for me efforts. BRAPA wouldn’t get out of bed on Saturday for five ticks. But Manchester looked glorious, the streets shone, and the holy trinity on Portland Street called. I resisted. Thrillingly, my night… Continue reading A NIGHT IN PICCADILLY
PLAU-ING A LONE FURROW IN PRESTON
Looking back at these photos from the Kendal trip, something struck me hard. Why do they peter out in Preston. Also, why did I stop in Preston when one of the two new GBG ticks (the Ferret) was closed till Wednesday ? And then I suddenly remembered the Tinderbox IPA I’d had in the Fell… Continue reading PLAU-ING A LONE FURROW IN PRESTON
OXENHOLME (FOR THE LAKE DISTRICT)
I had another 45 minutes between trains at Oxenholme; you’d be amazed how much of GBG ticking involves being stranded at stations for irritating amounts of time that challenge your bladder and patience. The Centre for Studies reports that in 2019 (latest figures) rail passengers spent over 3.1 billion hours on Oxenholme Station platform wondering… Continue reading OXENHOLME (FOR THE LAKE DISTRICT)
KENDAL. WHEN IT ALL FELL INTO PLACE
Getting that first pick tick in Kendal lifted a weight off my shoulders, like hitting a six after four dot balls at the start of The Hundred (powerful metaphor I feel). It was now 4pm and I knew that Fell Bar and Factory Tap would be open soon, they promised, so I’d at least get… Continue reading KENDAL. WHEN IT ALL FELL INTO PLACE
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