With Dad comfortable back home in his armchair watching “Pointless” (Google it, Americans), I popped back to Addenbrookes to pick up some new pills. The hospital occupies a giant treatment and medical research site (now incorporating Papworth) on the southern edge of Cambridge, in what is pretty much a pub desert. But the only pub… Continue reading MORE MILTON MAGIC AT THE QUEEN EDITH
ANGUISH AND REDEMPTION IN LARMER TREE GARDENS
1 September at End of the Road has started well enough, but before the music had even started I received the call from Sis to say that was in Addenbrookes, prompting an anguised dash back along the M3/M25 to Waterbeach, leaving Mrs RM and James to fend for themselves in a field in Dorset. Friday,… Continue reading ANGUISH AND REDEMPTION IN LARMER TREE GARDENS
THE TRADITIONAL CRAWL FROM END OF THE ROAD TO THE MUSEUM GAINS A NEW ADHERANT
As you’d expect, I’m a big fan of custom and tradition. I ALWAYS spend exactly the same amount on Christmas presents each year, I ALWAYS forget our wedding anniversary and I ALWAYS go for the strongest beer at IndyMan assuming all thirds are priced the same Yes, I’m a creature of habit. So when we… Continue reading THE TRADITIONAL CRAWL FROM END OF THE ROAD TO THE MUSEUM GAINS A NEW ADHERANT
THE END OF THE ROAD
We returned from Scotland, an agonising nine (9) ticks short of GBG immortality, on the penultimate day of August. The 31st was spent wondering whether we should have made the effort to get to Orkney and finish the Guide. We wouldn’t have had any time to sleep, but hey-ho. But it was too late. September… Continue reading THE END OF THE ROAD
BOWIE AND BITTER IN THE QUEEN’S GROUND
On the 6 hour journey back from the Highlands we stopped in a layby in a business park just off the M73 so that Mrs RM could speak to a French IT bod while I made coffee on the campervan stove. I know you come here for the pointless detail. Any chance I could walk… Continue reading BOWIE AND BITTER IN THE QUEEN’S GROUND
THE DAY IT ALL WENT RIGHT
This revisiting of the Great Scottish Summer Tickathon may be dull for you, but it does mean I can dump any photos I didn’t post earlier, and no-one should keep photos any longer than necessary. Just ask my mum. August 28th 2022.We (Mrs RM, Baa Baa and I) had just finished those tricky Hebridean ticks,… Continue reading THE DAY IT ALL WENT RIGHT
HARRIS OR LEWIS ?
Some more reflections on the frankly manic trip round the Western Isles at the end of August in search of two ticks. Disappointingly for my readers, if not Mrs RM, both the Westford and the Crown were OPEN. Take notes, English micros. Sadly, our schedule was limited by family dramas and music festivals, so we… Continue reading HARRIS OR LEWIS ?
GO UIST, LIFE IS PEACEFUL THERE
More offcuts and outtakes from the first assault on the Scottish GBG entries at the end of August. This really is the “Hatful of Hollow” of Retired Martin. But then, “Hatful of Hollow” is The Smiths best album. Best track, of course, was this cracker. That’s the best 2 minutes in the history of film,… Continue reading GO UIST, LIFE IS PEACEFUL THERE
“Chiquitita”, arm wrestling and more than adequate cask. No Mallaig malaise…
Last post I was rehashing old material filling in the gaps from the mini posts from The First Great Scottish Beer Guide Assault in late August. We’d arrived in Mallaig at 11pm, keen to find out from locals how to pronounce Sgeir Dhearg, Rubha na h-Acasirseid and (Come on) Eileen na h-Acairseid, all of which… Continue reading “Chiquitita”, arm wrestling and more than adequate cask. No Mallaig malaise…
LOCHABER NO MORE
As I approached the Final Countdown at the end of August, the blogging became a bit manic, so think of these next few posts as a sort of “artists reworking”, or “RetiredMartin – How It Should Have Looked“. A reminder of those final 22; Reader “US $1=$1 Dave” wrote “21! You’re so close now I’m… Continue reading LOCHABER NO MORE
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