March 2024. Whitby. Yep. You can probably see the problem already. A new GBG tick, a GBG revisit up the steps, fish and chips, a view across the water, and a gorgeous sunset. Let’s not overdo things, just the one (1) bonus pre-emptive, as tipped by all the best Pub Men. Beer O’Clock has been… Continue reading BEER O’CLOCK IN WHITBY
“CHALLENGE 25” FOR MY CAN OF SHANDY
March 2024. Whitby. The sun finally broke through the clouds over Whitby harbour just as a cry of “yeeeesss” rent the sky. I feared a Rashford goal in the derby I was ignoring, but that had come 2 hours early and this was a cheer for Haaland’s clincher. Suddenly I was warming to Whitby, and… Continue reading “CHALLENGE 25” FOR MY CAN OF SHANDY
“WHITBY FATTIES”. DO THE 199 STEPS.
March 2024. Whitby. Some more holiday snaps from the Yorkshire holiday coast, as we join the throngs on the tight little lanes leading to the Abbey. Not sure how I found an empty street at 3pm on a Sunday. The hordes were congregating outside the black jet jewellery, Whitby fatties, and ambitiously priced antiques that… Continue reading “WHITBY FATTIES”. DO THE 199 STEPS.
TOP 100 PUBS – QUIRKY DEN, WHITBY
March 2024. Whitby. Hard to believe, but Whitby is the UK’s tourism cash cow, its Monschau or Lake Como if you like; the all-year tourist attraction for Brits young and old, frail and sporty, drawn by steep steps and seagull stealing saveloy, which is my best alliteration for a while. We only had to sell… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – QUIRKY DEN, WHITBY
IN PRAISE OF THE BISHOP WILTON COMMUNITY SHOP
March 2024. Bishop Wilton. East Yorkshire. One day at home, either “home”, and I’m restless and irritable. “We need to get you out” says Mrs RM, who acquiesces to my suggestion of a night in Whitby as long as it’s not in the campervan. Sunday night in March is as cheap as Whitby gets, as… Continue reading IN PRAISE OF THE BISHOP WILTON COMMUNITY SHOP
CULTURAL DERBY. WITHOUT THE BASS.
March 2024. Derby. I didn’t feel my usual bouncy Retired Martin self after that night in Cambridge; something in the beer I reckon, so I made Saturday a “Pub-free day” for cultural exploration with Mrs RM. I guess Derby wasn’t the best place to taste my resilience, all that Bass and Pedi, but sometimes you… Continue reading CULTURAL DERBY. WITHOUT THE BASS.
CELLAR TEMPERATURE IN ALEX
February 2024. Cambridge. Pub number 4 (of 2) on a dreich night in Cambridge just off the normal King Street run. The Alexandra is, along with the Geldart, a more recent of the city’s GBG perennials, one of the best Greene King pubs in the area, though the beer range gives none of that heritage… Continue reading CELLAR TEMPERATURE IN ALEX
BLUE MOON, AND AN EXPRESSION OF THE PROBLEM OF INFINITE REGRESS
February 2024. Cambridge. OK, “a couple” in Cambridge was about to turn into four, but it was Will’s fault, and besides I don’t “do” Cambridge enough. Four very different pubs in suburban Cambridge in half a mile on a lovely evening amidst the council housing and foliage and suspicious looking tape shops closed since I… Continue reading BLUE MOON, AND AN EXPRESSION OF THE PROBLEM OF INFINITE REGRESS
A LOAD OF DOBBLERS
Just for Kentish Paul, your Pelican of the Day; February 2024. Cambridge. Pub 2 of “Just a couple with Will in Cambridge” and a real wander into the backstreets towards Newmarket Road, well away from the post-graduate Mill Road set to a real (and increasingly rare) survivor. The backstreet boozer, the community pub with big… Continue reading A LOAD OF DOBBLERS
“Meet you at the Geldart”
February 2024. Cambridge. Unwisely, but I’m not sure on whose part, I agreed to meet Will in Cambridge “just for a couple”. How did I/he not learn our lesson from Leeds ? This is Will’s future exhibit in the Museum of Pubbing. Ooh, quite a lot there, Will. We said we’d meet at 5 just… Continue reading “Meet you at the Geldart”
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