We decided to wait till my Kirkby tick opened at 16:00. It’s not THAT difficult getting there, 10 minutes off the M6, but the gap it left in the sea of GBG pink was irritating. Sadly my plans for a vigorous walk met with resistance from Mrs RM on the unreasonable grounds it was raining.… Continue reading IS THIS REALLY KIRKBY LONSDALE ?
WAITING FOR KIRKBY LONSDALE TO OPEN
The motto of Sir James Paget, Yarmouth’s most famous son, was “Work itself is a pleasure“, and there is, of course, no more pleasurable work than ticking the GBG and writing about it. Arriving home on Wednesday afternoon after a 4:30 drive from the coast (blame it on Sutton Bridge) I barely had time to… Continue reading WAITING FOR KIRKBY LONSDALE TO OPEN
SCENES FROM A GREAT YARMOUTH TOWN PUB
Probably not the inspiration for Billy Joel’s enduring classic, one of Mrs RM’s favourites, and an odd choice from the Joel canon to hear in Great Yarmouth’s lesser known King’s Arms. It’s nearly always Uptown Girl or that one about old people having all the excitement (which is still the case). Having finished the Guide… Continue reading SCENES FROM A GREAT YARMOUTH TOWN PUB
TAKING A WEDGE OUT OF GREAT YARMOUTH
Is it a wedge pub ? I’ve no idea. I hardly noticed that shape till I just looked at these photos from last Tuesday. A first overnighter in the campervan this year, saving me the £120 it costs in the Imperial with FREE (0) parking along the South Pier. Which looks best in black and… Continue reading TAKING A WEDGE OUT OF GREAT YARMOUTH
CALIFORNIA (VIA SCRATBY)
Ticking the GBG vastly improves your knowledge of the UK, if not your liver. Who knew California was a holiday park on the Norfolk coast ? Actually, Scratby has claimed it as its first ever Guide entry after a long and acrimonious dispute with “Parkdean Resorts”, who own 88.6% of the properties here. The California… Continue reading CALIFORNIA (VIA SCRATBY)
FROM MARBELLA TO THE NORFOLK BROADS
From my parents I headed east for a couple of days to complete Norfolk. Now, some people will tell you that Norfolk is part of East Angular, but really it’s a different world. And it’s actually quicker to get from Waterbeach to Guyana than Gunton, home of my next tick, a first newbie in more… Continue reading FROM MARBELLA TO THE NORFOLK BROADS
MATILDA IN MANCHESTER
Like a nervous 17 year old, I’d bought my ticket for Matilda Mann ‘s gig in Manchester on the first day. Then I watched in horror as Mrs RM became her second biggest fan and wanted to come with me. On the other hand, at least I wouldn’t look like one of those weird old… Continue reading MATILDA IN MANCHESTER
ANARCHY IN THE SHEFFIELD TAP
So after two weeks of blog posts of octopus legs, ancient gorges and cathedrals, you’re getting an overdose of beer pubs for a while. Last Monday we visited another undisputed classic while waiting for the fast train to Manchester. We only had time for the Tap as the tram wasn’t working and Mrs RM certainly… Continue reading ANARCHY IN THE SHEFFIELD TAP
“Just popping out to the shop”
After the first three days in Waterbeach (I went back 2 days later for the parents’ jabs) Mrs RM and I returned to find to Sheffield to find an empty fridge, bar the sour milk. Mi “Just popping out to the shop” I shouted. “Don’t forget the eggs” said Mrs RM. On Sunday night your… Continue reading “Just popping out to the shop”
THAT’S PASTORE
Of the last 20 days I’ve spent 19 away from home, so the blog has gone to pot a bit. But fear not, fifteen (15) NEW Good Beer Guide reports to come, including this minor classic; But first, four days back “home” in Waterbeach to get my parents quadruple jabbed at an indoor bowls centre,… Continue reading THAT’S PASTORE
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