Right, let’s tick Burton. 2 minutes from The Crossing (not the Big Country album with the bagpipes) is the market square I never knew Burton had, and the pub I never knew existed. It’s very quiet, but to be honest so is Burton. There’s more folk in pubs than in shops, just as it should… Continue reading A PUB TEA AT THE OLD ROYAL OAK, BURTON
WHEN IN BURTON, A MAN SHOULD DRINK THE LOCAL BEER
That’s not me being sexist, by the way, I’m sure it’s a direct quote from Wordsworth. Or Burton Tourist Office. Women ARE allowed to drink Doom Bar rather than Babycham or Rochefort 10, even though Mrs RM turned down the amber nectar at Winchester in 2019. You left me at Henry’s Record Shop, having just… Continue reading WHEN IN BURTON, A MAN SHOULD DRINK THE LOCAL BEER
“B” FOR BURTON, BURTON FOR BASS
I left Mrs RM to return to RM Towers, and headed on the 14:00 via Derby (split ticket saves about 3 pints of Bass) to Burton. You remember Burton, don’t you ? Blimey, it had been four years since my last visit, and now there were TWO (2) new GBG entries, though as I’d have… Continue reading “B” FOR BURTON, BURTON FOR BASS
WALKING THE SHEFFIELD CANAL
We’d been talking about walking from home to IKEA since we “landed” in Sheffield a year ago. Many take the official Five Weirs route along the Don, which gives you a glass of murky DIPA at St Mars of the Desert in Attercliffe if you time it right. Mrs RM and I took the more… Continue reading WALKING THE SHEFFIELD CANAL
Darn, another late train…
On the homeward stretch now, with the GBG tick, the Spoons pre-emptive, the Top 100 pub revisit, the central recommendation and the crafty keg bar in the bag. Oh, and the compulsory fleeting look at the Art Gallery, the dullest outside Cambridge. (joking, joking, though there does seem to be more cafe than exhibit space).… Continue reading Darn, another late train…
MURK PRICED IN TWO-THIRDS
Heading back to the station now, aimlessly, but I still hadn’t spent more on beer than the £12.60 for a cheap day return, which is an odd yardstick to use for when to call it a day I grant you. Having done the GBG tick, the pre-emptive Spoons, the Top 100 pub, and the Will… Continue reading MURK PRICED IN TWO-THIRDS
RECOMMENDING A PUB IN CENTRAL NOTTINGHAM
One tick, a pre-emptive Spoons, an old favourite voted into the Top 100. And six miles walked uphill (both ways) and a feta and spinach pastry (NS&SPSS 4.5). That should have been that, but I had this nagging need to find a recommendable pub in central Nottingham., which has looked a bit bare of GBG… Continue reading RECOMMENDING A PUB IN CENTRAL NOTTINGHAM
TOP 100 PUBS – THE KING WILLIAM IV, NOTTINGHAM
A long walk back from Carlton Hill to Nottingham, almost falling at the first hurdle as I spotted an obvious pre-emptive tick… But I made it back, still dry, as far as Sneinton, home of a windmill I’ve never seen and birthplace of William Booth, which I’ve never visited. I advised Blackpool Jane to do… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – THE KING WILLIAM IV, NOTTINGHAM
CLIMBING UP ON CARLTON HILL
I promised a forensic review of the new Beer Guide and I still haven’t produced it. But one of the main themes is “a lack of churn“, with very few new entries in many counties. Like Nottinghamshire (Spoiler : complete). Only a couple of newbies in Notts, a Proper Pub in Retford and the Brickyard… Continue reading CLIMBING UP ON CARLTON HILL
“Go in ! You know you want to”
Back in Manchester just after 7pm. A hotel room in the greatest city in the world, with no new GBG ticks for miles around. Should have stayed on the train to Blackpool. Never mind, a quick veggie curry tea in the new Bundobust Brewery, whose cask collaboration with Thornbridge is the snappily named “Impromptu Ladder… Continue reading “Go in ! You know you want to”
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