March 2025. Waterbeach. We’re still spending 2 or 3 days a week down in Waterbeach, dealing with solicitors and estate agents, but mainly seeing Dad in his care home 2 minutes walk from “Sunnyside”. Dad seems very content, particularly now his old friend Lassie has joined him under his window. We spent a couple of… Continue reading CLEANING THE LINES, CLEARING THE GARAGE
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DRINKING THE PREEMPTIVE DREGS IN STOCKPORT’S WHITE LION
March 2025. Stockport. A last hurrah for Stockport on Saturday morning, when only Blackpool Jane felt up to beer. What a #Pub(Wo)man she is. Mrs RM and I had brains that felt a bit like this last bit of art; Not many new and shiny options for a last pub, which we’d have liked to… Continue reading DRINKING THE PREEMPTIVE DREGS IN STOCKPORT’S WHITE LION
UNDERBANKS. AND ACTUAL BANKS
March 2025. Stockport. One benefit of this blog being basically a diary is that I can just look at my photos and pretty much make up the words. The downside is that it oft becomes a manic row of pub visits, though you seem to like that more than the church/art/music stuff so who am… Continue reading UNDERBANKS. AND ACTUAL BANKS
GOING UNDERGROUND. STOCKPORT AIR RAID SHELTERS
March (finally) 2025. Stockport. Up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed on Saturday morning in Stockport for some more sauntering and less sauce, perhaps an alliteration too far. Stocky is an underrated gem of a town, something I saw on a first visit to Edgeley Park 30 years ago, even before I’d been in a Robbies pub. The… Continue reading GOING UNDERGROUND. STOCKPORT AIR RAID SHELTERS
AND TO END IT ALL…THE WHITE CHOC STRAWB SOUR IN THE CRACKED ACTOR
February 2025. Stockport. When I first did a (solo) crawl round Stockport 20-odd years ago the itinerary would have been something like Robbies/Sam’s/Holt/Sam’s/Robbie’s/Robbies/something exotic in the Olde Vic. Hey ! We didn’t get Blackpool Jane in the Olde Vic that Friday. Instead, our 8th and final tick pub of the night came in the vibrant… Continue reading AND TO END IT ALL…THE WHITE CHOC STRAWB SOUR IN THE CRACKED ACTOR
ALL THE PUBS IN THE MANCHESTER BEER BOOK. THE ARDEN ARMS, STOCKPORT
February 2025. Four Go Mad In Stockport Part VIII (or is it IX ?). Foodie Friday in Stockport market place draws folk out from Manchester’s southern suburbs in huge numbers. Mainly young folk, it has to be said. “But the youngsters don’t go to pubs and talk to each other out anymore” screams the burning… Continue reading ALL THE PUBS IN THE MANCHESTER BEER BOOK. THE ARDEN ARMS, STOCKPORT
CHECKING-IN AT THE PETERSGATE TAP
February 2025. Stockport. Actually, a very long last day of February, a day that had started out all cultural before going all wobbly as Jane, Karen and Mrs RM decided that stopping at every pub in Stockport was the best idea, rather than following a curated cask exploration. Fair to say this would NOT have… Continue reading CHECKING-IN AT THE PETERSGATE TAP
MORE UNSUNG STOCKPORT. THE WELLINGTON
February 2025. Stockport. 2 minutes to check-in, and then back in for more culture. Or something. Would there be any culture in Stockport at 5.30 on a Friday ? The next time someone blames me for going in too many pubs let it be recorded that it was Karen, Jane and Mrs RM who stood… Continue reading MORE UNSUNG STOCKPORT. THE WELLINGTON
THE VIEW FROM MY TRAVELODGE WINDOW
February 2025. Stockport. A cultural day in the Pride of Cheshire deserves a cultural hotel. £44.99 your Friday night Travelodge. Look at these views. That’s your actual brewery tap beer garden visible from your unopenable window. I knew Jane would need to visit Runaway, and equally I knew the trestle table with pizza oven formula… Continue reading THE VIEW FROM MY TRAVELODGE WINDOW
WILSON’S MILD !
February 2025. Stockport. There’s always a point in every “culturally curated exploration of a town containing pubs” where things go off-piste. Appropriately for top skier Karen of Inverurie, it was her that swerved us off-piste into The Midland at 15:23 last Friday as we left the cramped and crafty Magnet. “We should go in there“.… Continue reading WILSON’S MILD !
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